this man's gaze

Like cake in warm sweetness
Your curves,
pudding for my eyes

2009

My Turn

Turn, the Slate is cleaned
by a rerun to my beginning
an eternity now in moments
This jumping goat
bleated on its last hoof

Ensconced down in the dirty
With face of smiling Sun
The epitaph reads
Before the forlorn witness
That Survived me
living behind bars with no roof

Years bear the grace
But, like an airborne ball
to a ground that draws close
my shadow grows, once distant
then completely forgets this turn

2009

The Grail

It is to this end, Oh Demonedes
I state my challenge
for it is my life’s search, for a voice
that I scour in muck

2009

The Benin Thread

The smell of Red dust
Harbinger of the warm rain drop
Hurrying divers nowhere
Eyeing curved backsides, atop a weaving bike
through fried fish in plantain smells
in a thread that never knew it started

2009

A tail of power

It will swallow you whole
That which follows me
Draws close
So beware not to bestraddle me
for some jaunt.

It that burns without stoking
Hurts without intending
Will slip through the wall
and burst open, your crack


2009

arrow to rose

So in this hour glass
let the sand of light shine upon you
bathe your hopes anew
engulf your moments with wisdom
may you reflect in life's brownness
a picture of gold

2009

Gaia

when my being called to you
from the small of this dusty belly
on the path, your bosom lit for me

and these, the words I chased for
to paint those briefest of minutes
as the day fell through the leaves

 2009