Tuesday, November 11, 2014

News before dawn


What was it like when 
you fell asleep the night before?
Do you remember?
Could you tell what news would greet you before dawn?

What was it like when you were summoned before the sun had
rissen 
that cold musty student residence
could you tell 
the world was already changed? 
Did the knowledge clench in your stomach like a prick of a surgical needle?

Did you take that feeling with you 
walking down that long long. Long. dark corridor 

alone

One. step.

Could you tell before you took the call? 
You knew. The inevitable.
When you picked up the receiver
First to the silence of a static inhale
The scratchy voice ...
Did you already know what she would say?
Did you hear it all - or did she have to repeat it?

What was it like
Alone with that news?
Did you keep the receiver pressed to your ear,
or did it slip from your fingers and dangle at your side? 

What was that like?
head bowed, body heaving against the wall at that payphone, 
you - right at the end of that long long corridor before dawn
Did you slip down pressed against the wall crumpled?

Not even a shadow in the dark for company.

Severed.
Alone. 

Hello? Are you there? 

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Often

I wonder when
Attracted by sound
Coupled with that music

And then we walk
Sure to the waltz
Down the ramp

And the tune of
The wind through your hair
Flowing over a cotton web

How uncommon
In the spinning of a dream
I swore you knew me

Believe in the sure
Oft wasted content
A waterfall of disbelief

Drowned by the obvious
Like the sun you rise
And words flow

Take my heart
Drown it in your tears
And let it be yours

Friday, December 14, 2012

Resemble


Rivers
Abound with adventure
Coarse through the veins

Caution
Snapped with youth
Tossed aside like waste

Strength
Rippled with muscles
Abused like alcohol

Ideas
Torn with memories
Collected behind walls

Horizons
Bitten to darkness
Tossed at midnight

Ringing
Long fidgety breath
Holding hope
Who is this?
It’s you
No reflection
It’s me

No resemblance

Friday, November 9, 2012

Red Socks


When Thunder cracks
Natures uncoiling tongue whips
Parted through the splitting seam
Toward the inner core

How brief the white flash sustained
Drained to the pale sage
Mused laughing on the stoop
In concert gaps divided

"How wonderful!" he exclaimed
The broad smile
The outstretched arms
The beaming wild twinkle

How brief
How drained
How mused
How Stooped

"How wonderful!" the echo
The broad eternal
The arms hugged
The twinkle beaming wild

How sustained the white flash
Briefly drained in the surrender
Of mused laughing
In the divide on the concert gap

Thunder cracks
Nature coils
Travel through the outer seam
Toward the inner coil

Saturday, November 19, 2011

My Beautiful friends


Pain absolved

crying eyes of joy gladden to nurture
the babe full of hope
and splendour engulfed in open arms
Assurance fulfilled of the beautiful world

Scents drag rushing boys down streets
Crowds of machines hurtle towards promises

Across fields and trodden paths
Knowledge engulfs open eyes from mountain summits to horizons
Waterfalls shower crowns below 

Bliss
holding hands wading through streams
Smoke wafting carrying giggles
And dark nights loom as fields thirst
Desert hope dries out wells guarded by greedy

Blind angels hover above tombs witnessing

Soaked in the torrential downpour of cruelty

Monday, June 20, 2011

Effortless Party Girl II

sweeping glide
hovering entrance
elastic threads
gravitate eyes

richocet conversations
batting topics
augmented smiles
hopeless connections


bare back
strapless skin
heartless destruction
silken vestibule


swept aside
retreating tide
rasping sand
contorted time









Wednesday, November 25, 2009

RE - Connection



unlike the tail of a lizard
when a child is adult damaged
the trapped aspect is not lucky enough to wither
it waits infinitely unconsciously

unlike the moth of a silkworm
when the child is damaged
the new human is not lucky enough to fly
it crashes utimately

It is not for comfort
where the inner warmth of dispair lives
it is a forgotten place that is home
to the lost child strangers that dwell
in the mindless ruins
of false happiness

unlike the like polls of a magnet
when the damaged are revitalised
by oppositte polls that do not repell souls
they attract and healed to finitely uncrashed

like silk in nature
poll connections
are soul opium
that thread
light into
mind ruins
and let inner lizards
out
unexplained
and in-love


it is not for comfort
it is our nature