Anatomy of Dark

Some
nights I like to stay
up and watch night assemble
and disassemble its anatomy,
piecing together those hidden
parts to get a bigger picture
of what it has gained and what
it has lost: thin slivers of moon,
a rapier of cloud, trains wheezing
like accordions, a river's frozen
reflection. Perhaps if I am lucky
I will get to see it piece everything
back together like a clockmaker,
learn techniques to find all that
which has slipped out of my hands.

Wildlife

The man watching porn flicks
with the curtains open
in the house opposite my flat
has started to attract wildlife.
Foxes, stray dogs, rabbits
and an assortment of birds
gather outside his window,
watching him masturbate
like a bear pawing out honey
from a bee hive. Once I saw
a crow get distracted, flying
up to the second storey
to watch his wife smothering
herself with ants and termites,
hoping to attract the attention
of an anteater lurking in the area.