Can You Burn This?

Can you burn this?
swollen paper in limp binding
tired leather lavender
these furtive introspections
chewing holes like moths
a measure of Epsom and alcohol
hand it over
feed the pile
a fine brisk madness in the fire
the heady overtow of smoke and leaves
betrays the coming season
here now the air deranged
there goes a letter sailing
don't worry
the good bits yours to keep
hear the jangling
your blood like fizz
ho ho
Ashes aren’t to ashes
Ashes aren’t to dust
they're jagged wishes flying pretty
Float on steady down
in the dusk you see it gleaming
a light that's yours to bear
wrap your hair in fallen leaves
growing expectant like the moon
full of October