Godspeeding:

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:

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:

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:

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:

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