WHAT THE SERPENT
TOLD ME
in the beginning
there was anger
fire and
water
a million
kinds of venom
every colour and
colour combination
out of the
premise of death
first slithered
life
10 Sunday Nov 2019
10 Tuesday Sep 2019
15 Thursday Aug 2019
Posted dark, Dark and light, death, Life, Metaphysical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized
inANNULMENT
death be
not divorcebe more
annulmentof all
you ever werebut wait, the air
so coldcold as the bleakest
darkest spot of
the Universesub-zero breath of
your new lover your
new true partnerfinally, yes,
the perfect ice
of this embraceit gets to last
for all eternity
(there
foreshadowedin every word
dark museof life itself, all
its poetry)
24 Friday May 2019
BENEATH K2
I kiss your breasts
am
in free fallno rope
no umbilical cord
linking me to
the Mother of
Heavenonly the rich, really rich
get to climb K2breathe the roof of the world
as bottled oxygenonly the dead
get to write their names
on the mountain
bind their tin-plate plaques
to the rocktime, wind, snow and ice
will efface, erode,
swap away
14 Tuesday May 2019
Posted Fire, Humanity, Life, Light, Nietzschean, philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized
in05 Sunday May 2019
LAZARUS
it is strange in limbo
one can wait for centuries as if
eternally frozenbut then
move fast as a meteorite
or thing verging on light speedlet us, for purposes of this poem.
interrupt Lazarus
stop him dead in his tracks, about
to munch a life/death sandwich
(you can imagine the artistry it takes
in baking such as that)he who was saved, brought back
but is now in the crosshairs
no one will believe anything he says
about the afterlife
neither dystopia nor
utopia, yet
pretty surreal placeand being there even a brief instant
changing viewpoint, perspective,the light so
merciless
pulling him backwardhe says
he will never look up into the Sun again
20 Saturday Apr 2019
Posted Creation, Creativity, death, Life, metapoetic/metafictional, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Shakespeare, Uncategorized
inTags
Creation, death, Life, metapoetic, poem, poetry, Shakespeare
RETURN
there is a poet
in the cemetery
writingas if
on cure
thingstake
a dark turnfor is it not
this literary machine thing
devolved to pen
and paperlife’s deepest resistancew, death’s
finest achievement?I mean — check out these stones: so many have poetic couplets
some of them epigraphs
no space for odes or even sonnets
still less
Iliad or Odysseythis I muse whilst
graffiti on the chapel wall
pictures Sam Beckett tumbling
from birth to grave
signs too
that Nietzsche is back
back with braveface to live a returnSun going down: convenient metaphor that
for how everything recycledlike these very words, some of them
(like “Caesar”, “dust”) dug out of their fertile grave
back from the worms that
we imagined owned them
still something of that a little less than
ghost attached that once
we might have given a name to and
that name Shakespeare’swords
inadequate, not doing justice
especially to such names which
deserve not
to be droppedso I
break that solemn walldo you
openly addressrestore with
heart and
with lightthe death and life in all I have said
need your insight to connecttogether to make
this accomplishment
(small small jewel being
our return)
02 Tuesday Apr 2019
05 Tuesday Feb 2019
Posted identity, Life, Light, loss, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Transcendence, transformation
inTags
Ending, identity, loss, love, meaning, philosophical, poem, poetry, transformation
ICU
there is on-off switch
there is
reset buttonthere is new you
liberated from hard memory
surviving
the frailty of
the fleshintricacies of
the mindso seeing you plugged in
safe and yet so vulnerableme wondering
if when you
spoke to God, crawled
your way out that darkness
He got
your details right, you
got your details rightwould have given so much
to be afly on the wall
for that conversationwhat fly?
what wall?yesterday the machines you were
meshed into (pipes and tubes
everywhere I looked
leading in
every direction)
toldme so many
basic truths about youand about me
both of us at that moment
craving nothing so much as
the light the light
27 Sunday Jan 2019