Godspeeding:
September 22, 2012 § Leave a comment
what’s there is here. I didn’t come far enough to lose
myself within myself
within another form, the swinging love, the hanging sloth
dear, departed oak
I should be drinking saltwater from the Aegean
I should be pushing rocks from the top of the mountain
onto my loved-ones
there is no ‘lie’ in liar but honesty is harder
than the rocks, and heavier
those unable to push it from the side of the mountain
should steady on, settle down
and keep swinging
paper:
September 21, 2012 § Leave a comment
paper is my one true love, it captures my nightmares
it knows which dreams to pass by quietly; paper
grows with me
as I know less and less it grows more
as I grow less it knows more; paper
is my one true love
Of dreams:
September 9, 2012 § Leave a comment
Time has turned around on us
its back speaks volumes to us:
don’t give up on difference
on youths who thrive on sensations
too far in time from us;
don’t give up on words
the world has given us
and lover, lover past
don’t give up on me
I’m still climbing the orange tree
It’s Lady Day:
September 6, 2012 § Leave a comment
good fight. keep good heart.
hussle.
love.
pray only when the moon grows fat
and the stars grow dim in
comparison.
love everyone.
trust no one.
be human. let the lake form in your skin
don’t let your smile grow thin.
love.
keep good heart. keep up with movement.
let the earth wheel you inside the
feeling.
fight.
love.
salva me:
September 2, 2012 § Leave a comment
we saw the moon shine down on shutters open, even
then, she did not love her chosen
husband
cold inside the car, breath full of frosting
this summer’s ghost an image on the windscreen
where one won’t speak for sunshine
one won’t will the seasons
passing
stop this turning, to and fro-ing
stop this spinning, endless heaving
let hands hang;
the moon is waiting for you, in her
nightgown