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

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