Across the tracks | Scars that want to | rewind to their wounds | Hussars of | dashing blood | Balancing | rain and moments | caulk and pine | You are all | fluid tonight | as if the lake had directions | and the moon was quite ready | to let go of | all the strings

Amount to you | these various | discrepant things you | gather to your harmony | setting them | to music or fire, as is | your need or | whim, or | fortune | Echoes | searching for the voice that | called out | Collections of memories | Houses and | garages | cleared | Bequests and | rubbish | clutter and jewels | precious | keepsakes | trash | How the cargo | turns into scattered | landfall | the ship | to splinters and | waterlogged | drift | The tides | mesmerise all the | salt’s | guests | Endlessly | backtracking | The reasons you gave for | leaving | The reasons you | left behind | Blood’s | hostage | You are all | fluid tonight | and the lake | harnesses calm | and makes a mirror | of going nowhere | Ragged | seams of scars | the locks of | mucous and saliva | the sheen and softness | of her skin | places | pent out to | hold us | the lush | dazed | hours || Stockholm | syndrome || You are all | fluid tonight | and the darkness | is full of trains

 


from the series fleeting pixel (series of 1,000 poems, 2012–2016)