Category Archives: Poetry and Prose

expressionist freeverse, punk rock lyrics, occasional ode to love, digression into nonsense, or possibly vaguely lyrical or rhyming, but not likely – maybe in cycles

Say Your Name Softly

I say your name softly
hear the gracious sound
drift with my breath

I watch the sounds float
above me, towards mountains
over lakes, down rivers, across oceans
to find you when i am far

I voice the sound which
describe you, when i am weary
or afraid in need of a mantra
to strengthen me, to steele me from fear
a protective spell unburned, unheard
too sacred for others

How would another understand
an explanation, halfhearted –
how do i describe you? describe us?
to someone, anyone – in a brief phrase, a stanza, an essay
a poem

How many words required to elucidate
these two searing syllables i say
so i don’t say
but i might say,
my grace, my prayer, my hymn, my exultations
my fantasy in times of pleasure
my relief in moments of panic
my security when confused
my homing beacon, signal-fire
my rescue, my escape

Shall i say to them
your name loud enough to hear?

So they will assume who you are with an easy
definition, a convenient descriptor?

No i shall and will keep you mine. like Nefertiti’s treasure
hidden
known only to the wisest, behind the wall
in Tutankhamen’s chamber

Like shards of pottery
missing from an ancient grecian antalect or decree
the space between Mile’s notes
the breath between Baker’s croon
the noise behind a sonic boom

Be the she of my story
the only part of me
i protect without mercy
without thought
you are my essential
no compromise will i offer

You are my magician
i willingly climb into the box
to be sawed in two
there and then
i will say your name aloud
fall in with the rhythm
with each saw stroke
confidence from the obscurity
foisted by your powerful hand

I am not ashamed
but also i am not foolish
to trust my treasure
to errant mortals
to those who quickly determine
how to place you by my side

You are not for them
you are for me and for you
and for we
to savour us

Grey Suits

The chemtrails are on schedule
To continue toxic chaos they made
Fresh lies and sadness called
Keeping Mercury in retrograde

The Bilderbergers gather round
Get Bohemian Grove on the line
A conference call of the grey suits
Planning overthrows on time

Discussing boozy schemes
Catastrophes and disasters
Fabricate dictators to depose
Decide where to send the cheques

Patch in the Illuminati
From opulent bunkers in Havana
To decide the fates of diplomats
And operatives going where they wanna

Grand Moff Mason waits patiently
Perched on a fainting chesterfield
Practicing secret Mormon shakes
Browsing maps of secret pyramid revealed

I’ll swap your exceptionalism
For genocidal manifest destiny
You privateer’ed the assets
Under a shroud of security

Thief by any name is still a liar
When you shoot the rubber ammunitions
And rain down the murder drones
Not acting for humans, just greater attrition

Earthquake season coming up
Typhoons coming for all
Check the calendar to see the
Floods and pestilence scheduled for the fall

Details of faulty pipelines
Arteries of crude tar oil
Frakking seams to exploit
And how to split the spoils

The Rothchilds do the arithmetic
To calculate child labour to order
To keep Debeers in diamonds
And Nantucket engagements to quota

Wall Street hedgers fumble blindly
At another 3 martini lunch
Finding happiness in excess
Confusing hubris for a good hunch

Urgent update coming in right quick
From the industry reprogramming base
Another celebrity found dead
We don’t got the time to save face

Call it a suicide, heart attack or overdose
Give the Enquirer the pertinent deets
Comment on sexuality predilections
Just keep the distractions deep

California Plateau, Eastward

Winding weary roads
high desert farms of
wind and pistachios
backtrack county roads
beleaguered edges of
parts unfeatured
by geography or films

California’s high plateau
39 degrees dry
oil wells and water machines
rest like dinosaurs
and their empty gas stations

Did you see the shows?”
he sells artish bits
stretched canvas
with stucco and shells
and shellaced print
of steal your face
they lament and encourage Chicago
and we all wish yesterday could last forever

Lead to Vegas 1AM
Sasha dog, M
exican food 114 degrees
road, desert, red rock

Home is the road. Art, crafts, highs and music.

First Morning Back

Like the first morning of
the first day of school
the bus driver doesn’t even
acknowledge my absence

i cough good morning anyhow

Telegrams – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Telegrams – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Telegrams – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Stumble, Hurry! Hurry! – January in Hotsprings

Stumble, Hurry, Hurry – January in Hotsprings
Stumble, Hurry, Hurry – January in Hotsprings

 

Stumble,

Hurry hurry! catch

Catch the trail

Muddy trails is

break break

Forest fires & foot prints

Before the crumbs are gone.

Train’d – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Train'd – Items: Forgotten in Drawers
Train’d – Items: Forgotten in Drawers

Drawing Room, Sunday

Drawing Room, Sunday
Find me in the drawing room
At the Majestic Hotel
Hot toddy made with
The second-finest single malt
Curl smoke from roughest Beedies
Rather than clumsy cigars
Red velvet belted robe
Replaces the glen plaid
Hung behind the hardwood high back

The barman named Sunday
I tell him the day i was born
6:45AM if i recall Mother’s story
However unnecessarily, continue to explain,
I’m not sure exactly
Of the time in Kuala Lumpur or
Kinchasa where his family waits for
Remittance he exchanges as salve for
Pain of separation and expectation
And aching tolerance of the unroyal man
Who explains old culture and
Stumbling billiards to all within
Without hint of invitation, irony
Or a scrap gentle restraint

(Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, 2017)

Swirling Years – January in Hotsprings

Swirling Years – January in Hotsprings
Swirling Years – January in Hotsprings

Wherein:

Swirling years of bliss

Something in an eye(s)

Tells all the stories

Cold Water Flat

V.1

Landlady’s always angry

So I keep stranger hours

Meditate to TV static

Decorate with fresh flower

V.2

Use the payphone downstairs

Still with a rotary dial

Instant coffee in electric kettle

Takeaway leftovers wrapped in foil

C.1

I will wait for you

In this cold water flat

Paid 3 months in advance

For this walk-up tenement

V.3

I’ve waited near a decade now

Loved other in between

But affections are on hiatus

Until you conquer me

V.4

Complications acknowledged

I’m complicit to the scheme

Reinvention and retribution

Or maybe something in between

C.2

I’m still waiting for you

In this cold water flat

Three storey Victorian lady

I’ve mailed you a scribbled map

V.5

Hot water register yawns

Either freezes of burns

Three coins to run the washer

Dirt spins and I yearn

V.6

Two bricks and stolen planks

Fashion a sturdy coffee table

Year old magazines bore me

Come quickly – as soon as you’re able

V.7

Registered with a fake name

Though i’ve nothing to fear

Endearments terms are wide open

Come by whenever, I’m always here

C.3

I’m here sequestered

In this cold water home

Hinges are rusty squeaky

Mournful jazz saxophone

V.8

Gave up the booze mostly

And usually the smokes

My addictions have changed now

Hooked on lamenting lost hope

V.9

I’m better than you expected

Finer than you’ve wished

My heart is wide open

Like a cliche cinema kiss

C.4

Please come to me

In this cold water room

I’ve survived the winter barely

And desire you so very soon

B.1

There’s a broken bidet

and a persian french cat

striped awning across the street

where strangers wait for a bus

going home to a fresh bottle

cork just popped by a lover

or even a gentle friend –

envy is useless emotion

as is its cousin jealousy

takes all my self-restraint

to maintain dignity

not shout out the window

go home, go quick

love you fools, be loved