People Poems

	Girl But in the gutter where I slept for so long There, those dreams I mouthed spun grimy songs Leaping like sorry flames in the crooked Smell that I had made as my mute country The passport I had signed for my inner life Was hewn from nothing more than love A calligraphy so bold that the heart I gave it So easily bled like a tide of nameless names Once that "other me" whose empty sea-shell I now look back (if the blind could look) and see Would course with a thousand vituperatives That would happily drop with the lust of bombers And now! Now the leaves drop around me The streams run beside and under my nobody The mountains laugh at the sight of longing Tucked so kittenish in the fading pulse of her © David Incoll 2001
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