i.

In the margins stands
A lout with its tongue hanging
Out: Requiems pass,
Another batch is moved on
With memories like whipped dogs.

ii.

Beware of Poet
No hawkers no circulars
Trespassers will be
Quartered & persecuted
All comments at your own risk

iii.

November's dog barks
Out the woodland dark, branches
Scratch icicle stars:
Snowflakes fall in misty veils,
Evermore & nevermore.

iv.

Accident occurred
Here witnesses please leave
Flowers, telephone...


v.
Grey skies through windows
In a house of ghosts like rags
In a jumble sale.

vi.

Mortal loves between
Curtains & their shadow world
Dance in leit motiff.

robin ouzman hislop 2004
Ibis