bashō

 

evening

refuse

is a happy thing
blotted,

to speak to anyone

a crucifix
of language

about your day

 

 

merging into the pine

with fear-meaning movements

 the inequalities  

we ascend

 of growing twilight

a new-fangled idea

 

 

my body

iron-grey

 is a finite

nails of war

 banquet

hammer horror home

 

cliff edge—
the errors of non causa

 

fast-falling dark :: a telegram of yearning 

 

to read the heart blue flame

 

for a century / a turnscrew / of fumbling / dangers