Peter Chapman Poetry

the tone lethargies

the star faded about the time we were laughing

to sounds

what's that one?

put the words over there stop fussing

take off your clothes and look at me

my dear lost anomie

swinging like that clock


our life of begging tones

with sloping mast and dipping prow

will be the way i move you now

below the moon they all paint

those pools of sky

to laugh, to steer us