wolfish archetypes
stand-off streets,
hawk coloured glass
and candy cigarettes.

stretch the verse
thin your meanings,
speck in the moon
wax about reflections.



the titles reached up high,
the mountains of fantasy
dominating the upper reaches
in long stretches of hard-to-say
names and strange england-like
lands, then came the crime
in black-and-white city streets
and men with eyes too haggard,
then bright-souled coming of age
novels, asking for optimism and love.

at the bottom sat the poems
tucked into notebooks.