eyes up

From the blown  edges of  the universe

A lesson in how not to be

I was the smoke under the Melina

from the Stormy years down wind

and I beclouded my own vision

but through it my eyes re-learnt 

directions to the star

2014

listen

Have I listened in  growing despair

Waiting for the snare, from tomorrow’s shadow

Yet my breath stands somehow.

2014

Populate the aisle

Populate the aisle

Anxious for a feast

you, carving my attention

Like a daily pot roast

  on one morning, I saw the world

 before you made me your breakfast

of the secret of how  we  could be

but your  milk and sugar overcame me

and blinded my sight in a shroud


2014

If only to see

I, like salvini, am about succumb 

cufflinks inline with elbows

are the poet's witness

death's angel, a time of grace

To recount

 his steps

 his loves

 before the exit



2014

Salty Tears

my joys 

are now

a Life of metallic shrivel

of slowly Squeezed  toothpaste 

 

Love  as a verb for clowns

Oh how were things done from the start

In a world  that shoots dreams down

Is it true that I was conceived  with  the heart


2014

Hope for a girl

A permanence of movement

circles trying to fit  squares  

habits of disbelief

 next door

 to a fairytale

that stubbornly

refuses to leave

chase away  hope

before it stabs my  heart
before the morning pancakes

when you exit  with  the sun

I was ambushed by beauty at dusk

along with conspiring moonbeams

 in the furrows my frown

as  your trellis skirt 

floats over the mud

I find the poetry  I  lost

in the patterns of your blouse

a circle  of blue squares


2014

A whisperer of joy

Saying hi to

the whisperer of  tunes

in between my dreams

I long struggled to remember

before the portal opened 

when I heard  you

kick

2014