30 Sunday Jul 2017
STYX
it is good that
ink is black (as
if scooped up
from the Styx)
what colour could be better
for the death-like
numbness I feel
now I discover the truth
about you
colour for the sadness
deep as that river
and as bleak
16 Thursday Feb 2017
fell
into despondency
and despair
are there no
good D-words
out there?
Tarot card
of Death looking me
dead in
the eye
11 Saturday Feb 2017
if death happen
to come my way
quoting Keats
or Emily Dickinson
should he not
kindly stop (stop
too kindly)
but
sail by
wildly
I shall
not cry
not a
jewel tear to
escape me
24 Saturday Sep 2016
he wrote
snarling at
death
his words martialled together
as a poetry of resistance
but his muse spoke
softly, asked
what if
death were seduction
what if death
were to come
as a
beautiful woman
what if
I were death?
04 Sunday Sep 2016
OPAQUE
(for Daniel)
I will be
wearing a mask
when I give
your eulogy
every word will be
carefully chosen
for its ambiguity
and, were it not your wake,
you might flash back
to the helpless
baby, your
first child, now speaking,
wondering what made
the openness of the
helpless love
for a father
turn
in expression, so opaque.
03 Saturday Sep 2016
no
words for
a while
I am
bedded
down
the sky might seethe the
ice pack melts
but I shall sleep
as if through
deepest winter
29 Monday Aug 2016
last day
last day
want to
take a
last deep
breath
skip the
next thousand
say goodbye
in style
23 Tuesday Aug 2016
He died
but someone else’s ghost
got in first to complete
his poem
these spectral poems
existing in the voids, the spaces
between everything written.
21 Sunday Aug 2016
deceive me outrageously
on my deathbed
bring flowers, lay me
down on
silk sheets of
many bright colours
make me think that
renewal is
the order of the day
16 Tuesday Aug 2016
one
gone
mortality reading
like a
Dr Seuss rhyme
where
bells
never
toll
they
chime
