His jacket is cyan

Ide tablets under my tongue

March long gone, walk goner

Humdrum day doused in night

Shade sweeps the floor’s hem

Lock thrashes out to sea, golden

Seal spades my overgrown past

Gnawed shell-clean to the bone

By a pack of fire — hellish wolf’s

Bane muddled with grief’s palms

Ire is petals with sore backs

Am/ar/yll/is hounds echo

Shaky hands cupped near fox

Glove daughters smoke-ringing

Curfew up fish-vines, now dust

Settling on angel’s trumpet riff

Star hooves dripping myrrh

Sea for two, banister adorned

With hysteria and milkweed