5 poems

Interior

They both had newspapers
over their bodies.

Ministry

His first thought was of harm
bought and carried
He tarried, there was a distance
something held him back
the elemental plane, the knight
wearing rubber gloves

He saw a storm coming over
greeted with caresses

Comatose

a flat tree
a shadow holding
a gun
always looking towards you
the fires looking beautiful
flying across the water

Obelisk

there will be a perfect image
one which is not a mirror
one which has no thoughts
one which is just silence, 
true silence
unrepeatable

Necropolis

She lifted up the tarpaulin
and felt the dampness gathered underneath
as if, in there,
it had just rained.