AFFAIR
we wrote a
poem together
you wrote
the consonants
I wrote
the vowels
every syllable
we slipped, crashed
spliced, joined, welded
enacted the
entire physical history
of the affair
19 Thursday Sep 2019
18 Wednesday Sep 2019
Tags
Apocalypse, communication, love, poem, poetry, War
WITH CERTAINTY
Blew you a kiss
and you
fired
a missile
or maybe
it was you
who fired
before
I blew
in the fog
of all
that is instant
and mutually
assured, it
is (ironically)
hard to be
sure
let’s leave it
to whoever
writes the
history to
come up
with certainty.
17 Tuesday Sep 2019
Tags
communication, Desire, love, media, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, radio
RADIO GIRL
Oh radio
girl
I’m falling for
you deeply, the
love slide
steeper than
an
Apache tepee
my mind whirling
as if my head was
hovering above my
body like
a flying saucer
the sounds we
are making in the darkness
(our places of
binary opposition
demanding to be
taken
to each other’s
leader)
what a play that would be
if you guys could catch it
pull it
out the airwaves
so quaint, so squint,
so cockeyed this desire
(whose biggest, braggiest
connotation is love)
that when I tattooed your name
all over my body, the letters cursive
wrapping
around each other like snakes
I realized
that I had spelt you wrongly-spelt
name correctly thus
compounding the error
lucky you came
with oil and perfume
track changed me
gave me
in depth edit, the
whole caboodle
after which, naturally, time out mandatory
for a commercial break.
17 Tuesday Sep 2019
Posted Humanity, identity, love, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized, Value and meaning
in10 Tuesday Sep 2019
AND TWO IS
your body
mended me
its warmth and wetness
reassembled me
put me together
it was likeI was
a child and
you were teaching me Lego
which brick
fits with
which brick
and not that I should get
cosmic
or religious thinking about it
but for a moment it seemed less
than fanciful of me
to see this as
reconciliation
unification of
polar opposites
contending forces
so great to know what is
to find who one is, who one
is at the heart
of another
inside in every sense
the space, life
of another
where one is
now two
and two
is one
03 Tuesday Sep 2019
ARROW
just want to
thank you
as you
roll me
in the mattress
fling me
in the dumpster
commit to
the flames (true
Viking funeral)
for the
beautiful death
my soul
not just
leaving
softly,
quietly
but shot
from like an arrow
from your
gorgeous quiver
stupendously
strong bow
29 Thursday Aug 2019
CURL
was writing a
novel
or perhaps
a poem
when the paper
began to curl up
wickedly at
the corners
as it is with
your toes after
love-making
or with the Moon
tugging at the sea
spawning waves
barely more than ripples
higher than
small mountains
(sex and
poetry so
prone to
exaggeration)
or my hair, before it vanished,
curling asymmetrically
in the bald truth of the little
lives we living
great
metaphor can be
25 Sunday Aug 2019
HITHERTO
Maybe it’s all
cinematography
and life
is just forthcoming attraction
you were there in my dream
and our arms brushed
a lover
from the past and a dog
(which dog?) were there
with us
I had left so much behind, the two
of you swore blind you had
packed everything
suddenly we are no longer
in the pick-up truck
but walking, I am
trying to recognize you
but your beauty
remains inscrutable
if dream is meant to be surreal
why then the absolute joy of being
squashed up in the cab
next to you
our arms brushing (as
mentioned hitherto)
and know we are walking
and I am directing the dog
(huge dog) pulling him/
her by his/her neck to
direct her
away from any
onrushing cars
in truth what is onrushing
is morning, wakefulness, end
of dream
goodbye forever to
that moment
maybe it’s all cinematography
all
forthcoming attraction
so much sadness in this life
it can only be.
21 Wednesday Aug 2019
Posted love, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, The ocean, The ocean, the sea, the sea, Uncategorized
inFOR SURE
I waited all day
for the sea to surprise me
but there was just the
ebb and flow
of the tide
(so slow! So slow!)
and the
muffled thunder
of the waves
somehow I had
expected more, expected better
hoped for some mystical occurrence
to reaffirm my faith in the
bounty of these waters
but nothing, nothing
in the bedroom
my phone
was ringing, kept on
ringing
before it stopped. Someone
might have shared
this spiritual
disappointment with for sure.
17 Saturday Aug 2019
ANGEL
saw you in
Church singing
like an angelyour dress
as blue
as the sky, No
as blue
as the seayour voice, soaring
above the clouds,so moved
the Sun, the Moon,
the stars, the planetsthey would rather
look down
at you
listen enrapturedthan have
anything to do with my poetry