Broken on the hard timber floor,
Like the moonlight,
The glass takes a different look when it’s broken.
It becomes cold and dangerous.
The wind through a broken window is so much colder.
He had been dead three months
When I dreamed he was sending me emails.
In them he asked, pleaded
That I send him food.
If the dead returned from the grave
They would head home,
And you would find them sitting in their chairs,
With the television on,
Tears pooling and dropping from their empty eyes.
The dead long for one more day.
So it was over just like that
And the lies that came were black, hollow lies,
Lies that keep you awake at night.
The disappointment feels like cold rocks
Under your bare feet
On a midnight walk.
I had not looked at the moon for a long time,
So tonight I spent a lot of time looking at her.
Who lost her soul
When she fell in love and gave birth one hot night-
In the morning the sheets are pulled back
And the window, with its new glass pane, is open.
The cold air fills the room
Like the sound of the ocean.
The anger rises at unexpected results
The money, the love, the happiness
That should have been, but is not.
Completely removed from faith,
Removed from hope.
It was a small thing,
The key that opened the letterbox stopped working,
The lock would not turn
But it was enough for him to take to his wife with fists.
At night, his rage filled the street,
Her voice chilled us.
The moon is still looking down on us,
Moving our tides and creating life.
That woman who could change everyone’s minds but one, said:
Without the moon, there would be no life on earth
The moon is moving away at 4 centimetres a year,
The sun too will explode.
After she left him
She built her house on the waterfront.
Her new house was three hours south of where I lived.
I would drive there every weekend and spend the time swimming
At night I would sleep on her lounge room floor
But then I went less and less
I can’t remember why I stopped going.
I hate the sound of footsteps in gravel
Especially when I am in bed at night, and I hear people walking about outside.
It reminds me of neighbours coming home drunk.
I fall into restless dreams from exhaustion;
Then dreams of the dead man come back
Asking for me to send him some food.