LH 953


From the expensive wait

And neon hurry-up

To the bright hurry-up

And plastic wait

We file in patient-breakfast order

Down the tunnel’s concertina

Into the next tube that

Holds your breath; Continue reading

She Was

Long-legged captain-mistress

Of all my small, dumb thunders,

The rock and the roll,

Posting forbidden, giddy-passions

Into the purpled neon

And smoke passages.

She stoked the flame-blonde fires

Beneath my intensity desires.

Where is she now?

I still remember waking up

At three in the morning,

Smiling at how the earth shook.