You lit me up A stroke of a match The flame Needed warmth To light my way forward Enough to fall off the edge of the world I fell apart Gathered up the broken pieces My hands cracked Trembled Placed it back together Shows I’ve been looking in the wrong place I have no books…
Month: August 2016
Man catches fire
I had the nerve to talk and the presence of mind to hear the reply, which pierced the ear and fell and swirled about the entrails. I could not understand, but I saw a smile and a shade of pale skin glow, and now you’re down on me like a shadow. Maybe I…
4th sonnet
Our star-struck eyes first met as the sun cracked the dawn sky, and I, long lost to the mist, fell for the radiance of your smile. You lacked nothing I ever wanted; you eclipsed the glorious day, and the darkness fell as the shadow crossed your pallid brow. You turned away, and I’m burnt…
from Antithetical: Poet as Worm #2
* I was going to say compare the aborting of emotion richness complexity and compare a pop song to the symphony, Haydn, Mozart then Ludwig, Mahler, fleshing it out to over an hour and more, when I realised we sit that, twice, and longer, in theatres, and Beethoven is Kubrick, or Spielberg, you don’t have…
from Antithetical: Poet as Worm
* It is good, yes?, to be reliable, and bold, like the engine, feed coal, soil, Mr. Diesel’s modified; or a coil humming particles, muons excitation in the gravity of time pulling everyone wired so, a round sub-molecular redundancies: nought; the armed guardsmen, the drivers; class; system; Courts, of Papacies, and vested interests; sound ideology…
Untitled
They tell me I have PTSD I look up at the paint peeling on the ceiling I do not believe them.
The Old Reporter
One leg up and one down, two fingers at the keys. It was the way, then, to tell the world about frozen lakes and big winds; how the officer was a crook (or so they said) We sat in rows when we were there, and the sports boys told a good tale, swung imaginary clubs…
A Smooth Straight Zip
Today I left work an hour earlier, still, I did an 8 1/2 hour day. I didn’t need to leave early, but there’s a lip-sync rehearsal an hour after normal finishing-time and I have the urge… I could feel it would be the day I bring the loose un-poemed verses together while high on the…
stone-drop prayer
stone-drop prayer was it not compassion that we were put here on the hearth of a warmth precious flaw in the vast set crystal of all there is infinitely cold? was it not compassion that gave us eyes to see beyond the sun into the dark sea floor of…
Jack Hare
Across the country brow a jack hare, ramrod straight before a hill edged in pink, big eyes backlit in terror
White folk running back to their neighborhood prisons
The still of the hill. New Zealand duck farm fences shattered lakes and 90% rivers unclean Prime Minister says its alright he’ll swim in them, never caught drinking it though. Dead floating ripples of silver head lights of winters holiday house for two million feet exclusive beach front ownership. Locals white and friendly dumb Feed…
coat
coat dedicated to the staff and residents of the Switzer home, Kaitaia never having been there i’d always thought old age a coat you would put on when you felt the time right the right time come tawdry but stately you having become the beggar in a velvet gown at your own door something…