Rain pitter patters
On the tenement roof
As my vomit splatters
On the porcelain bowl
I can heave and heave and heave
Till there’s nothing but acid in my belly
But the darkness in my heart never leaves
Haunting me in the bottom of every bottle
Childhood tragedy anchoring me
In the kingdom of broken men
Who could set themselves free
If the heavens open their gates
Like the blind nights of the past
I rest my face against the cold tile floor
Praying for a ship mast
To sail me back to Ithaca
When lost in thoughts of you and I,
The men on deck say 'that ship has sailed'
But the destination is never specified
And I am not told if, on board, we failed.
-There is no use in saying 'we' or 'you'
The land keeps her by fetter
Yet she, captive, retains that cheerful hue
As if, without me, her life were better-
Her eyes were beach jewels that glistened and her gaze enthralled me- on the day before I left.
I saw her tame the wild white horses with a smile,
But that amazement, I am now bereft;
I did not know the sea would part us this long while.
I fear that, although the ship sails light,
My sickened dark, heavy heart
Will make it sink throughout some night,
And then, if it were possible, her and I would be further apart.
The ocean is vast, enigmatic, deep,
But ten times less so that Love;
I am, it seems, firmly in Brizo's keep,
Yet in my dreams I am free to see my Dove.
I am weary, and have lost sight of that 'ever-fixed mark'-
The one monument to be our guide-
I cannot see anything in the dark,
But in the whispers I hear, I can confide.
Not even the constant hiss and roar can drown out the Siren Song
That tempts to pull me under,
My thoughts will fight against the throng
And shake the sea like thunder.
Beating against the red sky are butterflies in their beauty-
They cannot breathe and so they die and each corpse becomes a hazard-
But still I sail forever more, for Love, that is my duty,
And even now my journey is clear, though the foreign stars walk backward.
Love is Given Freely
Flowing Like The Wind
Or Water In The Sea
Once That Flow's Gone
You've Also Lost Me.
Stood there watching the endless water
Carried by the wind to wash over his shoes
The sound of the waves killing every thought in his head
Leaving the one he wanted gone most
It was too loud for the sound of the waves to kill
He stuffed his pockets and let it kill him instead.
follow the river,
to reach the sea.
flow like a river
jettisoning every worry!
നദിയുടെ പാത പിന്തുടരൂ.
എല്ലാ വിഷമവും ഒഴുക്കിക്കളഞ്ഞു
(Malayalam translation by the author)
(Tamil translation by the author)
From the cliff's edge
you can watch the earth move.
Hover over the waters
and see how the Spirit blows
and broods. The sea
and all its creatures still crash
and tumble and return
to their deep silences.
The sun rises and sinks
below the waves. The curved
ocean clings to earth’s edge,
obedient, except where
something urges it upward.
The voice that calls
forth the mountains and summons
pelicans and wild geese
says to all things, Rise.
Consent to the upward urge
that calls you out of gravity
into the welter of heat and sound
and color that will not stay,
that you do not own, but may
have for a day, and then
for a night when it falls.