For Now.

It's finished

for now

spaced, and ordered

justified.

They're only words

for now

but soon they'll breathe and walk

and speak out loud.

Fiction,

sure

but I like to think there's something more

than my imaginings

printed here

on this pile of papers.

I have taken your voice

and a confession from behind a curtain

a face from here and there

names that belong

to people who don't yet know

that they are now implicated in this

drama.

I, for once,

am nowhere to be found

though perhaps lurking in the margins

whispering

watching

waiting

for now.

This package of other peoples limbs

thoughts

names

words

covertly collected

I, Frankenstein,

this my monster

a Promethean thief

I remain unreprimanded

I've got away with it

for now.

The Lovers Golden Hour

This
is the lovers
Golden Hour

the time that proceeds
the initial
attack
of attraction

the time
that will determine
what will become of
this life

this exterior beating life
that exists outside your bodies
separate,
but still your flesh
your blood.

No helicopter flies in,
no camouflaged doctors
apply pressure,
stop profuse bleeding

what will determine
whether this is terminal
is words

bathed in incandescent light

it is the hour before death
and the hour of birth

and it's exquisite splendour
exists
because you cannot yet tell
which it is.

Words IIII (Just Another Wednesday Night)

Eleanor is asking for cake
and the TV's up too loud
and I'm in bed with poetry
a little light headed.

There's a mosquito
buzzing about
and I'm worried about my bare feet
(it's warm enough for that now)
getting bitten in the night.

The words,
spoken outside my window
here,
on the page,
sometimes make sense

sometimes they're just
letters
ordered and reordered
recorded.

Listen.

Maybe you'll
understand
some of them.

Words III (The Brunswick St Bookstore, Saturday Night)

I'm walking home
in the rain
furtively clutching
my paper bag

silently
clamouring
for its
intoxicating
contents.

It's Saturday night
and Brunswick St
is filling up
with the
thirsty
the hungry
those wanting
to consume

and I can't wait to get home,

to slip between the sheets
and drink in the
words
words
words.

Words II

I'm haemorrhaging words.

Please,
someone read them.

Or get me a band aid.