Colin Harris

Inventing the Apocryphal

In The Beginning

it’s the visits I worry about

labour smuggled in from limbo

I live in my own twists, bending to make newer ones

a specialist in bad hope conceived in diary form

there can be no contravention

you have to find the ground and I did

many things were named

but it never seemed the right time

I let the ground fall away from me

next time will be different

Where Time Is Always Slow

when speculating death I am not here

the upside doesn’t lessen complicity

I captivate every trend

kill one sacrifice another

nothing rests in the settling dust

I am listening for music that never plays

never try to play myself

schedule collectors sweep away suggestions

you swap your body

a man looks up while falling

Written After

let’s just say one should never falter

and I had to

it’s about respecting your lessons

vengeful, I destroyed the records

time went on

I began to write a love song

it was false, but the dream worked the love through

when you listen think of the poems

the ones that broke free

darker turns of phrase that tell the truth

Behind The Mirror

like an impotent conductor he made changes at the end

yet he is what he has already done