in the silver of morn, little bird joyful trills
five lines remain blank
the notes won't play on
its breathe lies below the sand
where tranquil bulrushes grow
1.
in the hue of sombre afternoon
knees drawn up to chest
memories intent on knocking loud
cold harbour between these sheets
no blotting out that light -- it has to be faced
there's no silver in the clouds.. so bulbous and so there
only a tie on the path
2.
can you please let me be?
need to be left alone a while
while I clean up the righteous-mess of this dread
hours to make me presentable before that
which must be lived through
smiles can be pasted on.. by old-habit, so well-mastered
it's an old tale caught in a twist by its own wick'd-tail
perhaps some gale to shake up the roster
and relieve from parallel track.. liberate
surely, they can hear the stylised bass-chords inside me
leave their odd-resonance
boom.. boom
3.
treble is missing..
your laughter, I can still hear your tinkling-laughter
even as I see you being lowered slowly, slowly, slowly
s l o w l y
down into the bowels of where we all go to rest one day
you take with you.. the *one clef needed for clarity to live
shut eyes tight against that bright-red insolence
struggle with the process of accepting the impossible
reliving anguish through swollen eyes in a clip of vision
imposing terror.. grips tummy-muscles and twists
eternally deforming galaxial-dust in my eyes
4.
in the grey of eve.. no hunger, no thirst
place food in mouth - must
shove fluids down constricted-throat - must
..baking sun waves at me, setting in gilt-smiles
clean out the navy-attic of my overdrawn-mind
find your blue bubblegum on the counter
and suddenly, my arms are clad in shivers-cold
head is spinning
I pick up the morsel, turn it over and unwrap
stare at it, discovering you.. again
tears well but never fall..
I place the gum inside
chew and chew and chew....................
it is you.. not lost
place the bubblegum on silver wrapping
'cause the clouds.. they offer no solution
I have to eat, my hunger grew
my sanity is toast
5.
yes, smiles can be pasted on.. by old-habit
but not this time
why let love be secured so.. then harshness steps in
to wrench away.. leaving such monstrous-gaps?
perhaps it's safe to just.. not love..
close up the heart - pack away in congelator
(weird.. a heart is just a piece of meat)
love-letters and sweet-poems are for the eyeless
hearts for eyes.. render blind-suite
tenderly hack out these.. hack, hack!
the only remnant now.. a hard-ball of gum found stuck
hid as a half-moon under the pedestal
still.. earth turns again
birds sing on
your laughter never lost.. completes the score
the symphony unfolds
as sage doth reveal.. one step at a time :)
S T - 14 Feb 2014
hello, earth.. can you dig it?
I so like the smell of Eden.
sub-entry: pedestal
when these toes finally quake
feed my heart and brains to the birds
that way, I become useful.
developing allergies to this century's din
erstwhile kings and counts climb on
today, pedestal is.. a false-friend.