I am in the space between air and skin
Finer than film
The closeness of it all
Cutting me up
Like good snow by a razor
Just before oblivions short ride
I am wedged between glass
Thinner than papers edge
I am membrane
Between skull and mind
With its churning
For illusory answers
In familiar, sullen, sodden, soil
Already turned over and over
I am stitching undone
On that prized dress
The one you wore last summer
In the stifling heat
When all we did was laugh and eat and swim
And fight
I am the reflection on liquid
That stabs your eyes
I am the glint on gold
Driving you
I am marbles sheen
Where the veins of colour snake along
Bursting from stone
Sweeping you from your feet
I am grain of wood
Knotting you up in warmth
Watching you while I grow skyward
I am dawns magic
Evaporating
Missed by the shutter click
Lost to the rising sun
In an instant between blinks
I am the Superfine
I am the Sung Strung One
I am operas Overture
I am The Zahir
I am Legend
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 3:42 AM UTC
Times like these don't come round too often
When you sit on the edge of the bed in your nightgown
Twisting your hair through silky fingers
Your legs folded to one side, endless
To the floorboards
The bedside lamp just doing enough
To throw itself across the room
And kiss your white exposed knees
The crumpled sheets still twisting and writhing
To claw you back to their folds
The mirror in front of you, trapped
Barely able to contain itself
The dawn squeezing itself through the curtain linings
Chased by the angels
To get the first look at you.
I smile
At the genius in me
For rising before you.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
Sweat inside me
dry
to the core
Memories
fading to horizon blur
Pores gasping
airtight
turning in on my skin
that once burned
alight with you
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 2:58 AM UTC
They say the Jones' next door have the car to die for
They say it has an electric heater an'all
They say it's low on fuel consumption
That must be true
'cos I heard it go up the hill and stall
...but I ask you...
Who the hell is 'they' anyway!
They say the events of Roswell are true
They say the little green men did come say howdy
They say the evidence is strewn all over
That must be right
'cos just mention it in the South an' everyone gets rowdy!
...but I say again...
Who the hell is 'they' anyway!
They say Kennedy was shot while moseying along the motorcade
They said something about a Lee an' a Harvey an' a rifle
They say there was someone else on a grass of Knoll?
I know that must be true
'cos I was standing next to him eating my trifle!
...but c'mon....
Who the hell is 'they' anyway!
They say the end of the world is nigh
They say it's time to pack some supplies, baked beans 'n rice
They say the next quake will be the One
That must be right
'cos I read somewhere the Lord throws a loaded dice!
'Tis true...but I gotta ask...
Who the hell is 'they' anyway!
They say a man should love a woman like he does his own soul
They say this is the sacred secret to happiness, romance and bliss
They say he should worship her like a queen
That must be the case
'cos the last time I looked, all I had was my Bloodhound to kiss!
This time I have to concede to 'em
As hard and humbling it may be
In this case siding with they an' them an' theirs
Is all one needs for long life, peace and freedom
...but who the hell am I anyway!
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 6:21 AM UTC
The Man showed me a rainbow
Then He told of a barking dog
That could be silenced
Silenced in my thoughts at last
I believed Him and wept
The rays warmed me
For as long as it took
For Him to stop talking.
The Boy began to believe
The Son could at last be kissed
The King looked on with a smile
The Mother? Her ***** bright like a rose
I ran toward the banded colours
Where the promise of tenderness lay
Where the gold glint of relief shone
Splashed up against an eternal cosmos
Dripping with the honey of the womb
And the sweet down of heavenly soft
Under the melt of a fathers gaze
Holding mine in gentle play.
The sky was made of cardboard!
The rainbow was bands of steel!
The hint of gold reflected off a fools pan!
The honey? Archaic resin hardened!
I turned for an exit in a losers pathetic pose
Searching my steps backward for where I took the wrong turn
To this land of un-Edenic strange
To this place of oxymoronic weird
Where the promise so freely offered
Extended moments before so open
Now little more than dust relayed
From the very same palms of hope.
The words of kind turned to ice
The angels stood with swords barred
The Book of Love remained tight lipped
The Barking Dog? Louder than ever into the ever darkening night.
I stood in bewilderment on this centre stage
Wondering if this was the right universe
Hoping for the end to this cosmic joke
That had found its way to my unfortunate mind
But relentless it was
And a sentence had been passed
It would be a noose of time, precious time
Regardless of my presence or absence
The noose firmed its rasp on my voice to quiet
The descent into silence engaged a metallic gear
The receding of those ones I loved into shade began
The future? Unquantifiable, heartless, maybe
It's been a world of dark for some time now
A land of tumbleweed strewn without wind
I've been rubbing sleep wanting eyes awhile
Too afraid to close them lest I miss what's hoped for
For fear I pass over unmistakable clues
Marking the return of the Captain of my soul
The Master of destiny bound to show
In this otherworldly time frame undefined to now
The cracks of light seem poised to appear
The oval dome sky now less unreachable
The hints of smile seen through frosted glass
The way back? Longer than the way toward, appears.
My hope is that you never tread my path
My dream is that you never need that rainbows allure
When you hear the dog barking, feed it with nurture
A savior is not all its cracked up to be
We are, after all, just human
Bound by the same defects
Slaves to the same weariness of time
And given to the same journey.
The light will always shine on the hopeful
The fortune will always favor courage
The past is always a slave to bad memory
The end? Always be healing anew.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 10:15 AM UTC
It started out so nice
This year
This life
My eyes wide with promise
My smile chasing its silver lining
Iris dilating like a magnified black button
Vacant, stupid
But promising
It started out so nice
When my parents tied the knot
Unmatched
Bracing for the windstorm to come
And the pumpkin oval moon
With their seventies corduroys
And their vinyl records
Scratching away at Elvis
In oval loops
Rocking and rolling on the living room carpet
Dying to be in love, madly
But unmatched
It started out so nice
When my sister was born
Cuddly thing
Running around
With her belly button
Wedged between her fingers
And snot running down her face
***** little thing
But cuddly
It started out so nice
On my bike one morning
Sailing on silver morning calm
Slippery
Gears seamless up and down
Leaning with life into hairbend corners
Straightening them out
Parental
And from nowhere a yellow taxi
Oozed from an exit
Greeting me with a thud
And then air
Borne to fly, it seems
Asphalt rushing at my face
Painful
But slippery
It started out so nice
When your lust grabbed my attention
Sickly, but lovingly
By the scruff of the neck
And your eyes threw me to the floor of my shyness
And your lips pried open my stubborn heart
With no regard for your own shame
How you gave me the lesson I needed
Before you tore away to someone else
Taking my throat with you
It was sick
But loving
It started out so nice...
Just before I stumbled into the Sugarman
The voice of the silvery soothing one, the same
The one with the indigenous eyes behind the shades
The one of perpetual expression of peace washing both highboned cheeks
With Big Ben behind him offering the world, the same!
Now hiding his golden smile in a shack of broken leaves and winters ice
Stooping his bent back against the galeforce reserved for the forgotten
Labouring to keep his gentle form afloat
Amidst the calm of his nothingness
Propped up by the skinniness of trembling knees
Sunk into the oversized roominess of his boots
Which plod the same snowbound path every day
In a soundless march to fetch his daily survival
And questions fell about me
Like spilt gruel splashing
And I asked why
And I asked
Why?!
Why you, Sugarman?
Are you really happy in your humility?
Do you still feel the butterflies
On a velvet afternoon?
It sure looks like it
You look just fine in your sea-purple Detroit harmony
I'm not there to share yours
But I'm ok with my dawn
And my sister is ok
My parents are ok
My girl is ok
Im not there to share your dawn
But I'm ok
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 5:46 AM UTC
This morning a tough cookie showed up
I bit down
Treating it like all the others
It was harder than what vision enticed me to believe
Unchewable
I examined the edges
None
No angles, no cracks, no oozing treacle
No dreamy aftertaste
Just outer candy
Just yesterday's choices, hitting me today
Reality
And a pool of more of the same to tread water in
Forever
I want meaning
I want the dream
Before the too tired to care years
Blanket me in wrinkles
Someone: Meaning is sweat
The guru: Meaning is endurance
Me: Meaning is unavoidable
If you caress the pain
That comes along with it
Sweat uncovers joy
And joy brings meaning
The boy is not meaning
He is a figment past
He is real. But he is past
Keep him there
The girl is real.
She could be meaning
But she is a figment future
Leave her there
Like dancing dandelions on a late summer breeze
Aching to get home
Forgetting they left the attachment to ground
Years ago
The candy coated in a message
The message: Stay right where you are
What is...is more than I already have
My life...is the meaning
Treasure found
It was never lost (what was I thinking)
Yes... I've wasted my passion on a lost Buddha
Many times
Yes...I still backwash my pool on a sunny day craving more
But its meaning
Its NOW
And a call to rise above
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 10:07 AM UTC
You sit there
Sails billowing empty wind
Heart tight-lipped
Thinking you share feelings
When it is them
That shackle you
Your eyes betray
Your fingers stab
Gathering my blood
Your mouth chases breath
Exposing pain
You refuse to see
And axing the root that heals
My heart is spent
I place my scarecrow
And while you flaunt black pinions,
I send you to scavange
On someone elses field
This day…
You hurt no more!
Aug 21, 2011
Aug 21, 2011 at 2:26 PM UTC
Joy rode ********
On the sun
This morning
Chafing its wide grin
Against my ears
Butterflies gaped with mottled circles
That open closed, open closed
Bees dripped pollen
After their seduction by flowers
So many! Radiant!
Abundance bursting
From seams in the soil
While blue ocean above
Washed over this canvas of world
Bleeding over and beyond the edges
Holding it all together
Perfectly
Aug 20, 2011
Aug 20, 2011 at 1:25 PM UTC
The announcement came in whisper
Enough to halt my step - before I casually dismissed it
And tended to normality
The sound hardly raised an echo through the hills and valleys
- Just an eyebrow -
With a puzzled, momentary stare
Not dissimilar to the glitch in an 8mm reel
A slight rattle before the return to the hum of the wheel
The following fall the snow came early
Hills donned their blanket begrudgingly – while surely
Icy wind still found a way under the covers
Like rolling over onto cold during the night of an absent lover
He noticed icicles forming in remotest parts of him
Memories once buried and forgotten
Pushing through colder earth
Waiting to be heard and no sign of melting
For how long could he tread stubbornness through a winter eternal?
Endless, far-reaching – stretching on…and on
His cheeky smile of macho, at first
Reflecting comically on smooth ice
Fast turned to a grimace
As pain set in…and in
Seeping through to his secret room
Secret reserves of softer flesh
Secret underbelly of man, secret…my secret
Precious…
Behind the vault of my mind
And when I put my ear against the steel
I heard the words:
“Find the sun”
The words became warmth – no glow
Just rising mercury – no winter thaw
Just heart pounding harder – no volcano
Just a chest expanding – no spectacle fireworks
Just shoulders pulling back
Head tilting forward
Back straightening
Frown smoothing
Eyes focusing their blue
Turning inward
Reflecting my soul back to me
On the surface of this unpolished armour
I began to see
The form of a man I once knew
I studied his contour
Piecing together the shapes - as if with fingers in my mind
Of this recognizable stranger
Brainwork searching voraciously, linking spaces
Between brief gaps in this blizzard
I peered into the blackness
And as I searched for this seeming phantom
The more lost I became – the more wanton,
In a strange twist of mood and fate
The more I vainly called to him
The louder, the clearer, even through mist
So great was my craving
My despair at the thought of being too late
But when I still and silent was
While listening patiently for a clue
Then did I see him – glimpses at first
Then everywhere, in full colour, bold in hue
Humbled now and ever more quiet
I immersed myself in this tapestry of being
All around me the ice had melted
And for a while now I could not remember the night
Nor the cold, nor the fear, nor even the fright
Behind not knowing
Just who it was that began this journey
That prompted the call that started the learning
That whispered the word that so, so long ago
Ignited the spark that led to the rage of this inferno
That broke the seal on all that
At one time, appeared so real -
That drove me to that forsaken place
Where I was forced to stare at a twisted face
Contorted in pain and unknown
To me and lined with the strain
Of bearing dreams so not my own
Aug 18, 2011
Aug 18, 2011 at 8:53 AM UTC