Friday, April 22, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
you have grey in your hair at the leftside of
your neck, did you know?
silver baby wisps poking out & grinning
in the bored fluorescent light.
i want to kiss you on the neck, just below
where you've gone a little grey
your skin is clean & sweet, the colour of
i want to kiss you on the leftside of your
right where your earlobe connects & your
jaw line begins.
your shoulder muscles are
lean & come through the
white of your tshirt
a hill rolling through
the low of your body
i want to kiss the insides of
your elbows where the veins
are blue & green under
the honey of your skin
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Thursday, December 10, 2009
in that already dishonoured word justice.
The distant heir of the lion
must rebel against his captivity.
There is a way. Its destination springs
from the wild primeval forest of memory.
There is also a microbe
that carries the toxin of a millennium.
Then if you search for suffering's meaning
become its revealer
and hear how grandfathers awaken sons
like stormaxes against the bronze of bells.
There is a way. So climb, stride,
kick away the perpetual stumbling block.
Death pardons every error,
but slavery it never forgives.
Seymore Mayne 22 July 1941
admit i was wrong.
i repent & cry at your feet when you
find me out
collapsing beside the bed, instead of on it;
please,please believe me!
but by next month, i will not remember my own remorse.
i am not sorry.
yes, i did that & it was real & good.
i'm not sorry, i don't take it back
i'm not sorry, i'd do it all again.
it is only in the thunder of the moment
when you scorn me cold & angry, i am sorry.
i am only sorry for the way you
look at me.