‘Where to now?’ shouts the fire
on the edge of the island where the curly grass burns.

There will be no jumping from this platform, you rats,
you puppets of passion,
scurrying about your business as the flame-shadows
tower over your desperate bodies
looking for one more thrill ‘fore the damned thing runs out of gas
and night comes on again.

She gave Orion one more cold look before closing the blinds.


A Reading

Shine on me, shadow moon. Shine on me stage lights, the cloudy light of a crowded room and half a thousand eyes that glimmer on this shell to understand the purple flesh, the physics of this passion, the passion of this physics coursing through me like the plague.

Shine on me, shadow moon.