DRINKING WITH BUKO W SKI 'S GHOST

blindfolded we play chess
with the crusted remains of days collected
seats of sand
with romantic burning tyres
lights dance in folded whys?

Ache of pain
gilded by a shield of darkness
breaks a dawn captive
played false by death
hideous mirrors walk mundane grey usual
perfect broken patterns
glint copper red
dripping gorged fed
deemed unreadable
misunderstood that lonely printed foot

tingles
frozen breath
unused yet by your death