In between the past that are being yesterdays
and the future that carries the burden of hope,
I sewed the truth of present.
I knew earlier that this would happen.
The dreariness realised during the day.
The restlessness realised during the night.
Unexplainable! You filled the cosmos.
Even if there are many colours,
for my fiery love,
for my revolutionary vigour and
for the blood I scattered,
you gave red gulmohars.
And in the glimpse of that memory, I live.
For my uncharted wanderings,
there is no beginning and end without you.
In the parade of failures; I, me, myself being the truth,
I’m once again searching for the enigma that you are.
For Robin & Emilie Stammers
They say the universe is full of smells
In fact tests on astronaut's suits
Have indicated this much was true
It seems- they say- that there are faint
Traces of metallic smells you see?
Not the stink of leather and bourbon
Which emanates from my friend Robin
Or the sweaty funk that lingers
Where my obese neighbour goes
There are- to put it quite simply-
None of the rich earthy smells
That one associates with life or living
In the cold realms of outer space
There are just the smells
One would find in a science lab
In other words metals and the
Faint perfume of vaporous gasses
Seeping from stars and planets
In perpetual extra-terrestrial fartings
Out there- where there are
Strange cosmic happenings that
Would blow your mind-
The universe they say is positively stinking
Reeking to high heavens
You could say...
Though of course, we can really never know
And that is what bothers us-
Humans, in general, that is-
We don't know like being reminded
Just how finite we are
When we are surrounded
By all that marvellous infinity
A poet's not the one who shouts the loudest, no
Not the one with flowers in their hair, she who declares
Her wishes to those who cross their heart
And write about dying, listening to her
A poet's not one with a crystal ball, Tory Taurus,
Nor one who speaks to glass caverns, taking themselves in
Reflected light, a poet
Is not one who paints themselves green to be seen
Listen, and you're the poet,
Stunt light's tracing fluid in your growth room
And you're the poet
Grow to hate crowds and you're
Write in the silence of apathy and you're
Put your collapses into verses
And you're the poet
You gorgeous night petal, you
I wrapped my coat
around your shoulders
and gave you a smack on the ass.
You liked that.
You laughed and we went walking
up Main Street, cars stopping
to stare at us (I mean you) as
if we (I mean you) were celebrities.
When we got back to the apartment
we cracked open a bottle of Cognac
and I smacked your ass again about
halfway through it.
You liked that one, too.
We laughed some more and you
told me a story about
when you were a girl, but
I wasn't listening on the count of
your perfect neckline, though
I nodded and laughed just the same.
Then came the rain and the thunder
turned you on - fast forward and
we were naked on the floor,
smoke pouring out of the ashtray
and I was happy. God damn,
was I happy.
We ended the night smoking weed
in the bathtub like we were celebrities
(I mean you).
Here I can think
without hindrance or bother,
amid towering pines and
the cowering bramble and
the river that rifts the soil
into pleasant little hillocks,
made home for the wild
and the earthly and the pure.
Here I am not harried by the
howling song of man,
no motorcades of lunacy
can touch my private ear,
traded for the placid, honest
sounds of earth (a song
that can't be echoed).
Here I'm left to ponder
or not ponder, just the same,
the truth of my soul or
the meaning of my given name.
Here I have not lost myself,
though should I do just that,
if I follow the bends of the river,
the road that isn't crowded,
I'll be brought back to nothing
Rain smacking the glass.
White light, automated doors.
The hospital blues.
Waiting room TV
showing Caribbean sands.
Forget where you are.
A black man and child,
lonely wife, poet, vegan.
Guess what happens next.
You can tell a child made it.
Elephant, it smiles.
opens and I step inside.
The sick frown. I frown.
Once back in my car,
the rain stops and I put it
in drive and floor it.