Saturday, 26 April 2014

1 New Poem

Cherry Red
 I have felt the sun in shades,
crossing creep from lawns shorn in
humming of summer passes, in
pitter-patter of misplaced hair strands,
perfectly-figured dress cuts.

Bathing in the milk-sewn pools of
August starlight, lipstick glint
bright as boyhood's blood, deep
as bar glass port, you dance
light as breeze-blown cotton, as humid air.

You're the kind of person I
want to share 4AM under halogen with.

You're the type to leave deep echoes
where dreams had taken up their comfort.

Leaving but the memory, but the notion.

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

1 New Poem

Licht und Blindheit

This is the gasp of the trip-switch dawn, cask thunder-crack
in blood-bark walls, wounding wind of wire's teeth emboldened
by player-piano keys and backgammon dresses we drape our
fine feathers in.

Bright flash-sudden in the Dublin dark revealing flaw-tines,
mirrored blood patches, destines for the next morning's
hazy-grey dress shirt cross folds, next evening's further
wine glass follies.

Castle doors they shutter-slam about us peasants, our
ignorance and willing to batter down, our bitter
pill concoctions swallowed to little death's dream
after the chime.

Blinding, the affectations made as danger wandered
cling of dust to fabric collar, cling of name to fingers;
it was your light that tripped me up, yours
and that alone.

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

1 New Poem

Close Calls

Collision-like in the busman's brow, hands scatter
in half-bring avoidance, too close for comfort,

Dense in their bravery, words spiral, cluster of cave
paintings, shades in the red clay halo hues of times

You move between inarticulate florescent stripes,
with the drift of a a Vancouver sunshower, clumsily,

Heavy boot-binds the laces and whipping cords to
sounds of silence in half-and-half; it is a close call, again,