hill fog yourself


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