December 2011
12 posts
I met the blue light
Again this time full-eyed
Like a friend And the wren kept
Breathing song and having this
Lone moment too.
When thoughts are ice
So clear and still and death
The nearest in the day
Or night they come
When spheres have turned
Their backs in trading places.
World I am one of many princes
Fashioned as a student by many hands
At these times I miss their finger tips
In...
In the river running black with crisp waves
of suits timed under all our known
world built to touch,
a fluorescent sign illuminates a new cross
and a loose why.
It reads, “I want your money.”
A little further oh
the endless stream
a busker politely sings
from the cavities beneath
his tattoo sweatened back
“I want your money, please.”
The two men take turns caressing each others’ beard
with bored drunk eyes touching light and dark
thick and fair separated by a blue plastic limb
these neo-bush heads turn like confused used show clowns
synchronised lolling from left window one moment
attuned to turning right reading body language warning
behind thrillers and art history books a groin scratch
the clearning of trees in...
“the meaning is nothing other than the quest itself”
– Tzretan Todorov
he’s returned
to hear the song frail as glass falling from gallahs
a refrain battling heat’s weight they sit atop
silos echo full of watching calls’ shatter laughing.
poplars mark the outer rim of a nest, by way of alien introduction
to make a town and clouds drop heavy,
dark shadows at his feet their coolest offering.
windmills watch this now stranger wander into town
...
“I give my soul one face, now another, according to which direction I turn it. If...”
– Michel de Montaigne
