Tuesday, October 29, 2019

End. Exhibit 1

In the hands of God
in the pink pulse of a Whatsapp msg
of a tiring heart

either I am not a good judge of character
or you were a great actor
or some shit happened that I don't know how to track it

then an ending like all endings
unhappy and strange

the future divided
and we speak different languages now, uncommunicated
and wrapped in stone

Monday, September 30, 2019

The New Life

Day 5 of the new life. 5 the number of change. Say 5 to ward off bad energy. 5 is Kali - death and renewal. 5 fingers. 5 toes. Extremities of life. Extremes. Let's stretch. Let's stretch our fingers to the sky and stars. Let's feel the ground with our toes. I did not die. I died. I live. This is the new day. This is the new life. I check my emotional perimeter. I circumambulate. I raise my heart. Raise my mind. Rise.

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Where None May Pass But You

In the forest where non may pass but you

for you have trapped me in this place of screams

through canopies dreams steal

replacing the dark


Your footseps tread the perimeters

axe in hand you measure the smell of me

determining whether to come


No


You will wait


You always wait


and I in my wooded suit hear the emptiness in your breath

the twisted glee in your steps


It is you and I determining a drama


the pain of father




Mute Route

The goose flies unsure of anything
it cries
awakes those comfortable, slumbering souls


I watch from my bed of expectations
half awaiting
for a moment I'm distracted
elsewhere
on the plumage of this lost aviator


If the goose cannot find its way
what hope have I?
I'm gone, intoxicated
the bird has evidently found a flight path
for the sky is rendered silent
and I tread a mute route, once more

Friday, August 2, 2019

In the Blood

My love is a Lughnasadh fire, a passion burning, it is a drum in the night, a new moon bell ringing, my love is not complacent nor ordinary, it will not forget to kiss, it take its place and declares all its heart. Late at night. Early in the morning. In the afternoon hours. Its harvest is fecund.

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Hear(t)ing

I touch the air
cool to my fingers
it moves across me
like the sheet we lie under when we are hot from making love
spent and yet so rich

I read an article today
that said if we say 'we' our lives will be better
well, we could do that, couldn't we

But I shall still say I love you
and listen with my greyhound heart when you say you love me

Friday, October 12, 2018

usPhone

The energy between lovers
Curls out like a ribbon
dancing
Its shimmer of light transcending
All

You are a beautiful thing
and I write this for you, for our kisses and the wonder of union

Such are my words tonight
Such is the true bliss of the heart

Cosmically attuned, soulfully one