afrique short

Try as you might the blocks remain

Africa knows why  in miles despite the pain

 With it’s broken back ,  the secret of joy

in endless yesterdays of mountain  leaves

2015

the waters edge

Or  why does it matter

That Today is not the day of days

 finger tips  wrapped in baby hands

and I floated

 a fallen leaf on an anxious sea

as in the poem from the water’s edge

 the pink swirls of my dreams

At the radiant sun

That never left no matter

How many, day of days

I  lived through

Without hope

2015

thirsting

In the bite of meat lies a certainty

Seasoning scents from the pleasurer

 Anticipation equals salivation

the daily mind, tyres over endless bumps

Forgotten in a sip of wine

Starts  a wanting  for a future

Brighter than this.

2015

 

the words

Jazz,  deceptively formless

 hermit, observer

Words in my skull

upside-down  raging  for  the  exit

nest my faith against lunacy

lest they throw a fit

record us,
flights of fancy

while we grope  for our  rhythm

2015

at those moments

Oh how I hate this place

For the moment i am here

her  dancing form accosts,

arrest me in grace  

 mock  my hormones

 Beheld in bosoms, backside and thighs

 And the fire ,Despite my No’s   

 slowly ripping me to shreds

2015