Snapshot

Memory of you
Framed by the sun
Your whole body smiling
A rare glimpse of light

Memory of you
My favourite of all
I hope you are well
And you think not of me

Memory of you
Forgeting the end
I can't watch it again
This one will do

High Horse

Don't charge me
I will chop you down
Cut that frozen wooden mane
And splinter ever-silent hooves
Your polished steed
All broken up
Dragged away
For me to use

Solid fuel anger
To feed the fire
Stoke it
Watch it
Start to flare
Swelling up
The boiler sweats
And creaks
And pops
In heavy air

I like the way
It bubbles up
An angry metal burning spot
An ulcer in the searing dark