His new voice

The phone, a noisy little codger,
so we shot ours
he says
its remnants like a blasted tracking station
You finally fathomed up the courage
Home equals fights
that rope you in, protecting and causing it
looking True Love in the ash tray
Worldlessly, his dead hand down the stairs
I honour and cherish

Fairy dawn
date of his kiss
The lark mixes with the main road
brown wavering blind
It's not the bird I need
Get lucky
His beautiful white coffin bed
Sink beneath your mouth's veil
Dawn scrapes, turning in my brain a sheet of awe
you're a myth, you're mine