AUTUMN

As the lapidary did it, built a palace of diamonds and glass-
But how do diamonds come from dust and dark storms of rocks from the North,
Corrupt bankers and tricksters and deluded bricklayers-
When all there was, was a dream, a golden dream
Now turned to abyss,
And how your face was spangled gall,
Your eyes quixotic, but still constellations
Mapping a path to bliss.
But stars burn out and all I see now is a black hole-
Your work the supernova to our black hole.
Oh the plans and scenarios and decadent evenings, the shroud
Over our eyes and in our brains, the bullets
In the pheasant we ate for dinner.
That’s not our life now; the wine cellar’s almost dry
And we’ll sit here and toast to Jacob’s Creek, disappointment choking our throats
I look across the lake, its Autumn, your eyes are Autumn
Green clouds form green floods
And we have no arc - and now your
Leaves are turning grey, I see them in the wind and
All I see is the cutlery, the knife, the fork,
And In my spoon I see my eye
Half your I but upside down
And I don’t blame you, I blame myself, and others
The liars, the selfish get buyers. And blossom will come in the spring