The weekend I was away (Poem for Paul Reekie)

(intermittant and sun; sallow
eyes sold to me on the streets of summer stories; listen) a

which, a story told can lie; often(
in with( sum )

kissing rain. pounding
lips
heads(lo
flesh exposed and showered upwards to these crying skies(now),

a choice(deliberate,sad( has
been
chosen;

made
wrong, and or, right
still
now moved universe;

you.
love;