rooibos

concrete cuddle from the
red, red slip down red,
red oesophagus.

a ceremony
for the ones we've loved in our
noontime dreamtime funtime
sleep, still, our lives mirrored
in silhouette or cinema, or when-
ever we are the things we do and
the things we do are us more
than noontime dreamtime
funtime glazed eyes

looking looking
into the "when i grow up": i want to
be be, sitting sitting into every sinking
sun and rising
afterlife.