My Man's Heart Runs

My man’s heart runs with beating blood
the colour of Southern sorrow

strung veins straining with a love
for men with no tomorrow

Rinsed through with bellowed
blues

soaked with soaring
sighs

My man’s heart runs with beating blood
the colour of Southern cries.

The Other Morning

I dreamt some benevolent being leant over my head

and as it swooped to kiss my brow

the alarm sounded