Why should I go into the fields, wander slow… The grass doesn’t want me there! I have no reason, to stay in the house, Drinking tea and staring at the pattern On the wallpaper. Perhaps I should run, go somewhere, Where to? There is nothing of any significance farther away, Except mountains, snow, a river…
Month: September 2020
Christening
If I was last, I would know, How swiftly the current goes. There it falls, a chalice of pewter, Down it falls, and splash! In the flow, Of dirty city water. An entire life fell from my hands, Its freedom, its happiness and its fulfilment. For a forefather’s burden, I let go, Joined the far…
Run Home of Five Roads
i. Body of busy hills, I am an element on foot. When the distant cars hymned like bees in smooth unison, I fed them through a needle & pierced a hole into nervy noon; a blinking arrow through terse, blue linen, I seized a weave & knotted it at the nimbus umbilicus. ii. A…
Time Flies
Why put it off till later when you can do it now? Time is of the essence! Don’t wait, time flies, With wings of a hawk. First here, then years away, You’ll be unable to catch it if it goes, High in the sky, there it is – time. Reach for it if you want…
thinner than water
thinner than water lament for a civil war Greece, 1943 – 1949 there was blood in the Aoos, the Aliakmonas, the Pineios, the Enipeas, the Evrotas, the Acheron, there was blood in crumbling…
Her Classroom Breath #2
tweens, twinks, milfs and cougars, silver bears, foxes brightly shaved and the babies, even-footed, holding on at the moving knees— nearly everyone has stood up to watch the action in the dojo; a few kids, and myself remain seated an arm’s length from everything Arse. lycra, denim; deeptoe Compression’s complete picture, this toned mature, on…
The Grim Reaper
Empty buses trundling by – I watch from my balcony and sigh – Empty shops – Empty roads – Eerily apocalyptic – A war zone – No bombs dropping from the sky – Tis a silent creeper – This grim reaper – Wearing the mask of a clown – Atishoo Atishoo – We all fall…
electioneering
make me great again. lock the door when you walk in but talk. only surprise me with (flowers, shoots like ligatures on the wrist with-) strained visions. an image, not the stuffed bear on the clothesline; a wire where a light was. make me new. days have soared/hours wound so long…
her classroom breath
her classroom breath her boney cheek a child groins my cottoned hip river banks the tint of clay rock and flowers the wind devours blossom, ripped, resisting holds, vivid vivid blood on gi. cut from cheek to chin as I fell into his hand misreading what his move was the bleeding stopped another girl goes…
The Tron
The river gurgles deep, Although from the warrant-of-fitness station, I cannot see it. Concrete and steel. “Look here! Look at that!” Calls a boy in an army surplus shirt. Oil in the drain. “That’s the river! It goes right there!” Pointing downwards with his index finger. That night, after the admonition, A mihi…
comunità
you need a swift kick & told to keep moving. better to spend yrself than to suck the dugs of the last half century. it comes spectacular, the destruction of the world. theatre. when satan fell, for instance – what a fucken day that was! planets wandered & the stars did nothing, nailed to…
Haruspex Rex
Absolved across the vast pearl of a horse’s hide, you flung from its eye and burst in like a bad neighbour overbears on brittle moments to where there is only me: runes, ruins, landscapes beyond the skin outwit by a wisdom of hips, deep into my liver’s wet stars. Tiny maelstroms of joy run slick…