Two Poems

A Change of Heart

No more half-peeled lemons
with the twist of rind
a fly has just alighted on
nor glass of last night's wine,
the lip-print breathed around its rim,
shed petal with a dew-drop formed now
and your eye distorted there,
the fallen books, sheet-music, gone
or, left dustily to lie,
a broken-stringed guitar...
- Ten wasted years!
That nature morte, that still life
you'd have cleared away.
I couldn't not agree,
sickened by paraphernalia
...