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Thursday, August 27, 2009

Your Absent Ghost

You have gained flesh
you're real now
one of them

No more do you haunt
these places of incandescent night
with me

Your absence is the hurt
of a promise never given but broken

***- Out late one night. Missed you.

Friday, June 12, 2009

White Cat Blues

I can almost visualize
on the low grey recliner
by the tv on the floor
a framed photograph of me
holding you
holding that silly white cat

I can almost remember
in the middle of the room
with you spread across my back
lying there breathing deeply
stroking you
stroking a purring white cat

I spend hours sometimes days
reliving a future that
belongs now to someone else
loving you
loving the crazy white cat

***- In loving (and warily respectful) memory of Stiggy.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

I do not sleep but I dream
stretch your hand
outside, the rain
sizzles on the coal tar
and begins the journey
back to the cloud
and if you touch
this rain as I do
miles distant
our fingers will meet

***- Rainy night. Alone.

Monday, May 25, 2009

The unfortunate truth
has been shamed
into disrepute

Ill-mannered children
alone may speak its name
or the fools on the fringe
of affluence who forget
where the path to the centre

***- May 29th around the corner, the mind drifts towards subjects political.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Brand New


last night is
a fading charcoal
sketched across
the forefront
of consciousness

sinking into memory

again, tonight

daylights' wounded eyes
sift the grain and grit,
the exhausted script
and often-told lies

waiting is
the spool of
slender thread
to reel the sun
below your neighbour's roof

And tonight
yes, tonight

I will see you


***- Anticipation, even though you see this person often.

Monday, April 20, 2009


Beaten back
from the narrow path
at night
you find yourself
at the crossroads
with your soul in hand

The trade is negotiated
the bargain sealed
you wonder idly
did Judas
bite his shekels
to see if they were fakes?

The metallic taste
of yours lingers
on your tongue
of blood

***- Busy day ahead: things to see, people to do. Sometimes doing business can leave you feeling tainted.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

You will not go
Your eyes
when I call you
they tell another man's story
But you will not go

In the morning
I come out of my house
and hear your voice
Did I say 'leave me'
Out loud
Even if I did
you will not go

Other people are working
Me, I went past your house
I did not see you
But I have said 'go'
Yes! I have
Even if you did not hear me
you will not go

You must go
And leave me

***- Could say a lot about it, but won't.

Saturday, March 28, 2009

Ayilara 1980

Agama lizard -
orange and blue exclamation
on a concrete wall

Baking on asbestos sheets
Spread beneath our kite-stitched sky

A vee of egrets
fluttering fingers follow
white chevrons on nails

Palms slap against old rubber
Tyres race on broken asphalt

Dogs chasing the street
a tangle of arms and legs
marks our homeward flight

Sudden fright at the back gate -
A red hen has hatched her brood

Elastic moments
stretched before sleep
Forty-Second Street

***-on the balcony, watching kids playing outside. Supposed to be working on proposal due on Monday...

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

So often
And sadly
Too often
This salesman existence
Wears thin

I can see
Through my skin
Into you
Your reason for being
And soul

I counter
And cajole
And convince
You must know this ritual

Don't dawdle
Drag it out
Go ahead

Your ego
From your mouth

***- I sometimes have to make a sales pitch to rather self-important people.