Friday, March 28, 2014

A Moment Certified By Lovers


A Moment Certified By Lovers.
 

It's a certifiable moment
a punch-drunk second
a pulse's high tide.
 

A dog eats grass
a water drop shivers
a barrel fills to its brim
an apple falls 
a body drifts 
a face buckles
a lover screams.
 

At the tip of an orgasm
passion powders;
the creek turns to dust.
 
 
 
                                           from Sunfire, (Dedalus Press, 1997)

Monday, March 17, 2014

Looking at You


 
How her face changes when she is sleeping. I have not seen that face before, where is she?
Where do the zillions go in the sleeping hours?
And when she comes back, her mask reset; will this face be taut beneath,  waiting for the next night's darkness?
 
Looking At You.  
 

Now asleep:
Are you young again?  

When your body loosens out
And your eyes needn't see me
And your face unravels from its cares;  

Is it me you'll want to escape from?  

To run back, hurdling over the years,
To seek out your first lover, and to nestle
In that small space of time before doubts began.
 
 

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Static State


“Parents who never showed their love, complain of want of natural affection in their children; children who never showed their duty, complain of want of natural feeling in their parents; law-makers who find both so miserable that their affections have never had enough of life's sun to develop them, are loud in their moralisings over parents and children too, and cry that the very ties of nature are disregarded.”
Charles Dickens in Nicholas Nickleby on a universal truth. It is seems to me, not much has changed: the state turns to state bodies in education, health and justice to deal with familial issues, and they moralise according to the prevailing winds of the time.
 “Natural affections and instincts, my dear sir, are the most beautiful of the Almighty's works, but like other beautiful works of His, they must be reared and fostered, or it is as natural that they should be wholly obscured, and that new feelings should usurp their place, as it is that the sweetest productions of the earth, left untended, should be choked with weeds and briers”.