Coppice

Overwhelmed with visual information and flooded

over my eyes up into hairlines through follicles

lapping at the connections between sleep and not

lying where I fell and decomposing

amongst last year's hazel nuts left hollow by jays or squirrels

smelling rich and rotten between annual strata of leaves

fallen and lifted, levitating upon the points of bluebell stalks.

First to feel the primrose bloom, growing like an emotion

between my shoulder blades don't move, don't move

all moments pass and this will pass too soon

in a coppice in company with spring.

Saw

you

i saw you

you and that mouse

saw you and that bird

messing around in the kitchen

feathers everywhere and blood spots

saw prints and mud and fleas and worms

heard a racket in the middle of the night at three

i saw you sit on my knee and purr like nothing happened

stick your claws in my knee cap until it bled five dots

dribble down the side of a clean jumper gone crusty

breath like something died in your mouth

because it did and kakky bum planked

where ever it likes trip me up

why don't you so take

a swipe at me now

and again

you

Force

Notwithstanding the force of love –

knocked down.

Inappropriately tired –

wanting more, nevertheless.

Not without a certain beauty –

certainly embodied by

nonotherthan an assignation

most secretly made.

However, all in all,

together we lie – divided by

truth: I could have sworn

but how can language be bad?

I’m sleeping on your feet –

You can’t keep my eyes open.

Nodding off and on in

accord with our hearts.