~
hill fog yourself ( flesruoy gof llih )
…
greetings, view-consuming gloom
blowing on your morning horn
roaming shapes of speckled wraith
whisping of a wanderlust
breathing sheets of breathless still
silent like a walking corpse
yonder is a leafless tree
or a headless horseman’s horse
wonders one & ponder on
with my tracing paper eyes
scribbles in my wonky bonce
squinting in the gasping gaps
as the smoking low cloud’s feet
plods upon the sodden ground
i’m a floating ghost in you
– eater of vistas
…
