.


in the drunken fuck

flowers /emerge fecund from slate on 
the roof across

and memory of want when the eye exploits 
the hills/to you  a curve ahead of me in the heather 
the sheep, the rhodos, the gorse, the thistle. 

sex at 52 attempts to deny

my lost ego - death looming 

sex

expansive restoration, this little hope of fools and 
cry babe toughs

must learn to forgive 
make betrayal the sweet meat . . . 

a ragged truth to go on