Thursday, 23 September 2010

Her

How Can you ask whether I care
Don’t you know with her dancing in my middle
My fetishes deserted me
And her rhythm leads me heartwards
To this moment

How can you ask whether I care
Don’t you know that, for her, my madness
Has created a sacred presence
in my memory
were my peace shall live


2010

Monday, 20 September 2010

Afrique

Have our roots have bent your back
through the dusty dunes and humid leaves
We carry you around on our skins
No matter how long we left
The drums have stored in our blood
your language, in an old silence



2010



Thursday, 9 September 2010

4am

We cannot be afraid said he
But I am just a chicken
Running for my cave
From 3am’s guilt
I have been trying to stave
I looked into myself trying to be brave
He said, before you head for your grave
It would be wise to study
How what haunts you behaves



2010

how it may seem

Of how it might seem
That stillness hides a terror
So that you lock down
Flee from the quiet
forget the sky
But
today in the gutter, water reflected
A waiting sun
with its rainbow rings


2010

Sunday, 15 August 2010

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