Management Speak

Tens of coffee cards each with one stamp
Vouchers for Christmas, expired in '99
Matching socks of one
To-dos undone
Notes around the pages of a newspaper, like statistics
Diary of a life kept in polished shoes
Had it been: instead, no news -

Just books and stoves
And stones from the coast
Because it's light

Fall to sleep

I went far today
To a place we walked, over hidden cachets
Of roots and crystals and tennis courts, years ago
That compound time
Now released in the air would recoil

Today there were filing cabinets hanging from creepers and half-cars
Pondering a stream of red shoes flowing against green and yellow woodland leaves
Placards melted from the rooftops of a distant city not for sale as the
Rain of an evacuation storm; falling scraps of all the desperate last summons for justice
And emergency policies clutter the ground, even out here.

These particles are
Already sourced in the soil, building tea-lights into the trees
Casting a lean yellow warning light on the
October mist-soaked valley of moss and effect

We had walked here on a clear day with mirror blue
There were cooing cows in the fields and
I was going to say
'I think you are an atom'

Beyond the reach of red tape
I seek to find a shelf
In one of the border houses
And fall to sleep

By Satellite

There is
Nothing that the time will tell
Interior windows peer into offices
For which no office is held
And no secretary files the blanket slate
Of blocked out words on paper

Years later we were in the same park and walked
Under the same trees but didn't notice each other
The records were available now
But without purpose

The pollen that flew between us simmering
And circling on amber waves
Flew without direction