Roams in lullabies

Maybe

Prickling in urban memory

Twitch apricots, the candied air

Of heat death waking and

The delightfully unalloyed.

Maybe

In paintings of that castle,

Ruins ret and saturate

In a purple dream.

Thick planks of slumber

Drop their houses.

The deadwood teeth

Of a church pile

Languidly, heathered in

Something amethystine.

Maybe

Temporise,

Feign remembering,

In the belly of sharp esters

Apiary hosts stay play-

Fencing in the lilac allergens

Drowning down the gold.

Picket palings,

Outwith fields waving.

Velvet routine,

Then mouths closing.

Gloam on the glass carpet,

You may be all that’s left.