sean burn

from honeysuckled

honeysuckles, honeysuckling, honeysuckled
city weeps honey, sweeps lines ov light

tyne and tide unsleeping in writhe
great clots ov soot and rivets untying eyes

in a game ov hic-hac-hoc / paper-scissor ... whats
the chance on coming up stone each and every?

angels this north such a long time coming
where honeysuckles great-knot moors tower

caedmon bends to computer screen
her illuminated scream detonating night

up here where smoke-damage dont,
star clusters spell out perfume time

slip out and at dawn tender – tendrils
alight to honeystone this city alone