“Rooked”

Bristling with light bones
they lost themselves
on streets familiar
in that strange
spirally sort of way,
a city wrapping itself
around a focal point
a centre
something that draws
all of the buildings
together into one
encompassing entity
designated a city
on ledgers somewhere
and in the occupants
heads

“Aubade”

To be breathing
awake and feeling
in small seconds
of unending infinite
mechanical mornings.

muttering step-step
dragging dead dreams
through shrill-ringing
alarms and siren-shouts
life-lost but still living.

we wake in gentle light
dawn-struck dealing
daring to open life-worn
eyes and see for truth
the world we’ve been

neglecting