supine in fresh fields
hearts beating hummingbird fast
soft stone-flavoured rain
I am a camera person
I am a camera person
you said
and the camera is in my head
tomorrow next year on your dying bed
I will remember what you just said
I am a camera person
you said
I am not a camera person
I am not a camera person
you said
I see I love I perhaps forget
the now is in the present
the future may see the past
I am not a camera person
The hill
The hill did not brood. It was not a looming presence above the peaceful town, nor somewhere people glanced nervously when thunder echoed down the valleys. And then, one day, with the sun high in a cloudless sky, it spat fire.
Crime scene
The shape of a hand disappearing as the grass in silence rose again. The next day, after the overnight rain, it would be invisible. But the crucifix on the snapped chain was still there, buried crossbar-deep in the soft black earth. New morning sun then midday then night. The world turned and the victim’s next of kin wondered, not knowing yet what they had become.
Equinox 2
If D = N,
THEN S >> A (or F)
fixed point in constant movement
Equinox
Leaves fall.
I think of your departure.
The time arrives.
seeds drift
seeds drift, summer snow
my thoughts follow carelessly
the bees are busy
the bees are busy
sunshine laziness shaming
the smell of broken grass
the smell of broken grass
heaviness of eyelids
foreseeing brief farewell
Outside the supermarket
There is a guy sits every day outside the supermarket below the office where I work. Every Friday, when I am there, I fetch him a doughnut from the in-store bakery. The last Friday of the month, payday, I gift him a doughnut and a bottle of orange juice, full of Vitamin C.
“Here’s your doughnut, pal.” He acknowledges me by lifting his hand to take it. “Happy Friday!” I say. “And a juice! It’s payday!”
Then, the last Friday of last month, instead of just reaching up with his other hand as he always does, he looks up, his screwed-up eyes red, and says, quietly, “Go away. Just go away and leave me alone”.
And I put the juice down next to him, next to the flat cap he has laid on the pavement, the one with two silver coins and lots of coppers in it and go back into my building, my supermarket sandwich and mango slices in my carrier bag.
The next Friday I take the lift down to the basement and go out to the supermarket through the underground car park. I pick up a doughnut and put it down again.
there were red fireworks
there were red fireworks
the night he fell from the roof
a coincidence
simonsalento 