I watched a crow caw with all its might
silhouetted against the blue, blue sky
a burst of sun shone upon its sudden flying wing
I watched a crow caw with all its might
silhouetted against the blue, blue sky
a burst of sun shone upon its sudden flying wing
I lie awake in the night because
1. I remember
the embraces
and
2. I consider the unfolding
the making sense of it
an axe swing
and how
how did it come
to be
from lover to executioner
And I lie awake in the night because
3. the night remembers
4. the doors open to stars
5. and black flames
burning
the diamonds becoming
from the ash
And I lie awake in the night because
6. I am alive
birthed again
Remember
and reach
out
to the miraculous world
for the world lies awake in the night
7. listening to your breath
and every rise, and every fall
of divine rhythm
a humming
mantra
of seed to light
of death to light
I held a cloth over my mouth
a strip of colour before me, an entrance to the new world
of smoke screens
the shape of everything was distorted
my own body
craving rest I talked to noone
and in that silence I listened
found there was no silence
and my eyes burned from information
Above is the blue sky, today, but what tomorrow
and what is above the sky
please let it be wondrous, untouched
The pregnant woman on the metro, teenage desire marker penned onto the plastic walls, a scar tracking time, the man, the eyes, fullness of space
Emerging to dancehall in the underground. Architecture overground. A city of protest alive with music and laughter. Police like black scarabs of dark arts. A city lit
Vivid
Life
The erotic potential, the civilised calm, the gentile, the glamour, the men devouring food pissing in the streets
I want you to take me. Your mouth, your body pressed against mine, your hands shaping my silhouette, thrusting, urging, deep
I will turn up wearing the red shoes and we will not say anything. Just push our bodies together and talk that way until the afternoon light
Kupka gazed at the source and kept telling its tale. A brilliant flame that kept burning
As soon as I walked into the entrance of Le Jardin des Plantes I felt tranquility. The breath of the trees, the songs of the birds and everywhere was green and plentiful. My being slowed down and I enjoyed each and every step as I explored the exquisite gardens. I had wanted his kiss but not at the price of the day. His kiss in the furthest regions and folds of the sky, the meteorites the stars
Alto laugh
You were the light at dawn. You were the bird song
Perhaps I was woken by that aubade by a nameless formless lover. It is his body that comes to me. It is his fingers that trace my history and drinks of me in the morning light and in the evening
Bad boys and four girls
That will be you you will become the image dancing through the streets of Paris forever
In the dead of dead
in the night of night
there, you are, in front of yourself
in the mirror of your destiny
counting the years like receipts
in the accounting book of time
in the destiny of destiny
in the time of time
nothing matters
for all is played out then absorbed
each sharp pivot becoming soft memory
but only if there is someone to remember
In remembering the destiny you recover the night
your fingertips playing time across keys of illumination
you, the living memory of the dead, an onward step
here, now, after the give away
after each and every purge
after sickness became liberation
in the end you let go even hope
and smile with naked acceptance
What if the children were the gods
among us all the time
as we fenced them in and limited their
shining gods that stumble
see the loving mother showing him how to eat
like a bird with her
young we played those childhood games
but we saw other worlds
some of us didn't
return to truth can a heart harden
calcified from pain
shrunk
in tiredness I believe the night has answers
but I rarely dwell in her blue
for dreams pull me and not just dreams
sometimes, perhaps one day, we will feel again
in renewed innocence
the god within our memory