Still Life with Night Sky


the moon 
with patina of mushroom skin
premieres in a stodgy sky
she’s shrouded in the feathers
of candles’ breezy death.


if one galaxy
were a grapefruit:  

dimpled skin
and the mirrored arching
through soft amber caverns

what colour is the sun?


a pomegranate
between the flesh-white stars
disguises itself
as fat raspberries


in glass fronted cabinet
grandma’s silver 

five decades of polish
smeared to sickly blue

my mouldy face upside-down
in the soup ladle

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