fisherman
he is only seen in flashes,
gold
thrashes on the line,
reeling
it was not he who
was found, so cold
to the touch,
that sallow
thing
iscariot online
it can deceive
the eye,
a lie
upon the lips
that betrays
it’s through a
judas hole
i spy
where no one
returns my gaze
it’s through a
judas hole
i spy
so you can’t
return the view
might it deceive
the eye,
a lie
upon my lips
that finds you
indian summer
in warm reprieves
we’d enter
soft infernos
of foliage,
leaves
so vainly
hanging on
for winter
how it froze us,
in short sleeves