Disbelief

Or Rejecting Trajectory

Let the night leak in,
and distant fog
from lamp’s yellow gaze...

chemical smoke, and 
history, green the dark.
Maybe cold can save me 

from drowning
among blood-warmed
black drapes,

whisperless and listing.
Far-off, like wishes, 
my bones walk in moon grit

and the echoed twittering
of disturbed birds.
I’m still wondering

how I got here, like
every comet, looking back
at its brushed-light tail.

9 thoughts on “Disbelief

  1. I love this, especially the title!
    Your chapbook arrived yesterday from Gininderra press. I was going to read it a bit at a time, but started this afternoon and found myself reading all of it. It’s brilliant Worms! ❤

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  2. So many wonderful lines and images in here Worms but these are my favourites: “the echoed twittering of disturbed birds.” & ”
    from drowning
    among blood-warmed
    black drapes,” 👏👏❤️❤️👌👌

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