A candle flickered
and lied about its
height,
but tear dropped
grease and waning
wax exposed the
threadbare trite.


ps.

We are in County Wick^Low
now, minding a pair of Donkeys.

Under me are your hands warming
my buttocks, you knead and feel
whether they tighten already, we play

lipping and licking, with each other's
softest skin and postpone

to choose between feeling and
touching, or turning around
for both at the same time, we burn

inextinguishable love in our desire
I shiver, the window is wide open

it's too late for shame
by the neighbours or to get up
yes yes open me, the whole world

is vibrating in me, in all my cells
the symphony of my life

come walk with me
you finally found the way
where your ego sways
Relax!
here the life stays
you perished one
come walk with me

All the faces I've ever seen
are coming back to me
from a distance I see dancing angels
calling me;

I feel my body hanging at edge,
blood flowing back into the wounds
that never healed with age

my thoughts are cleansed of poison
all the dreams I had are alive
deep inside fungus of flesh
recovers in this dying light

I feel everything
even though it's not real
everything seems so slow
you are cold as snow

this time I won't be born again
this time I will not loose to sin

take me wherever you want
I'm okay

Black
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Indigo
Violet
White.....­.

It's a fault with double glazing,
everything outside the window
is inaudible.

When mute pine cones fall on  
corrugated roofs, upset dogs
mime angrily in silence.

Or when the heavens open, and
the earth is being doused with
those liquid all sorts,  in Ireland,

Yes Ireland, where holding up
umbrellas inside a house brings
bad luck, Heaney used a rain stick.