by Joe Winter | Mar 16, 2019 | Poems, Night Out
The Tree 1 Light in the light lack trees: and a slight longing over the silhouette and into me. The branches reach out in the melted-stone air; promiscuous are the water-free twigs and buds; and now, acknowledging the many-shelved space of april evening, nature’s...
by Joe Winter | Mar 21, 2019 | Poems, Night Out
OK London The smiling teeth of the town bite sharp upon my country village ways… and the sky is packing-case sharp. Once in a meadow I would laze as wind doodled on water. I’d gaze at clouds sky-dandled. That soft harp is broken, now, of childhood days: a new tune...
by Joe Winter | Mar 21, 2019 | Poems, Night Out
Dialogue: He and She She: The promises you made to other girls wake from their coffin as a green snake curls out of a basket that was made for pearls. He: Stop conjuring anger with such foreign hands that leave us stranded as in opposite lands. We have swum out beyond...
by Joe Winter | Mar 24, 2019 | Poems, Night Out
Morning After I woke up after sleeping on the floor brain-slewed, staggering, swearing in room-trash – gummed remnants in teacups, spilt meagre ash – it was only because I was drunk the night before. I went to the window and saw the midsummer tree beaming in the sun,...
by Joe Winter | Mar 24, 2019 | Poems, Night Out
Hour of Unmeaning Let the flame pass, pass, abandon its power. Let the volcano weary of misbirth, and the tunnelled field get well with grass and flower. Let the loud silence increase, the desert thoughts lour. O in my heart there is a dearth, a dearth! Let the flame...
by Joe Winter | Mar 21, 2019 | Night Out, Poems
Written in Depression It is the angels scour me with their singing thighsoft their winging When we were comfortable in our hot ocean-going sure I was unknowing of the need for continuance, or love. I underrated you. Now I am grated lethargy against hope. I turn...
