Charlie

At check point Charlie
Before I listened to phrenology
I was schooled in the way of the shadows
And my back knows
The inner mouth of a policeman
Before the sounds are said right
We know who you are
But can’t mention your name

2010

Delta

Once more onto the banana leaves
That grows on the red mud floor
beside the paw-paw green
over a patient rain gully
and its coming murderous deluge
On a night, that bestraddles the between
of the child’s piercing wail
and the cricket’s lonely sound
and the smelless air, and the dim solar lights
and the laden avocado tree, and the empty tarmac road
and yet .. and yet .. and

2010

the ground

As sometimes it is fast as it is slow
the space is between a verse
the vacuum full ,with my unease
my faith has taken a silent blow
what abundance, I just can’t see
there is no dance in the world beneath

Then tide changed the shapes underfoot
now eyes wandered about were they stood
atop the hill, built of shell and sand
a conspiracy between sea and feet
despite my fear making the rounds
to make me forget there was a ground

2010

Nazarene

Its with heavy heart, we search for thee
Why so, we never found
beseech you in despair’s midst
When all else left
But faith in your light

For this is our nakedness
Our lonely awe
From all the shame stored
In the memory of our acts

So while breath persists
Our life in this shadow will consist
Of kneeling, with our mortal thoughts
in prayer



2010

Being Still

Being Still, while it tumbles
With you in the dryer
Staring through it’s window

At one point the program will end
And you may get out
Perhaps in new clothes
Perhaps Naked
There is no guarantee, there never was
The source of all despair

2010

Poem number 3

The underpass is where we are looking for
Said goldilocks
Where the bears will be blind
So through the needles
thrice the sea of dreams
Where the serpent lay
On its abyssal bed
Encircle the box and jump the key
Fall out of maya
to the palace of unknowns
And complete the journey
For which we were born


2010

little revolutions of the spirit

Like a fish swims before the sun's silhouette
wades in the forever deep
We are those endlessly turning eyes
Beholders of the wateriness

Dispatch an Epistle, to our hungers
we, who daydream in cycles
Wish for a perchance satiation
With the cometh of a new wave


2010