The morning whispers quietly in my ear
Sleepless gravedigger
The gulls are self-possessed as they swim
Through mud clouds like black ink
I see them like amulets, wearing their February witchcraft
As I pass the lurching trees
Blowing over the cornfields like a virus
Past the winter sunflowers
Past the dreamblue blowfishes
They speak of the weather, how the black water is cold
I alight from the train, wanting to be happy
I follow the pylons, the yellow and green wilderness
Awake like a symptom
At the edge of the water, I look out at the green hills
The foggy mountains singing in the wind
And I get nervous, like when you\'re having sex
Or going on a job interview
In that moment I saw life, life as an angel
And in that moment I saw death, death as a rainbow
The water came to me like a spring bean
Like a balloon or a bearded nightmare or brown leaves
In this whiskey-scented aquarium
The southern ochre rippled, moon-sunk and breathless
Like sad music. I watched the obsidian waves
Jutting back and forth like words glittering on the page
In the necropolis of my Arcadian dreams
I remembered you like a mushroom
Leaving me hopeless like an estuary
Like a sun in a mirror
Glasslike and forgotten, as the day bleeds into night
I am a lark
I am a hawthorn
Imagining myself drowning like Michelangelo
At the harbour
I am a cat with no lives left and it\'s rain season
By the red door, waiting for the train.