Category Archives: Wander + Wonder

spontaneous freeverse poetry from a wander in Asian lands

Home is Nowhere/Anywhere

Alone in a strange city
Watching ships come and go
Anonymous to most

Last night watched families
with kites on a dark beach
Today I just want to go home

But forgotten where home is
Until I remembered home
is Nowhere/ Anywhere

Inevitable Slide

The shaggy dog comes to rest beside
Oddly purring softly, sedately
Sharpening his claws
Glancing up at me
Noting
I am left alone

Every day brings
An anniversary of something grand
So much promise and vigor
Graceful ambition, earnest yearning
“Don’t let the past affect the future”
Sound so easy
Until the beige unrelenting present
Brings another morning of pain

So many years now
Trying, climbing, flailing
Up the slides of a slippery well
Fighting, accepting, relenting
Leaves with only
Exhaustion from the inevitable slide

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)

Rome, Lonely

In a bar named for Bukowski
With kisses on cheeks for all
Excepting me of course
Anonymous as an empty wall

A beat down wanderer
Forgotten in eternal places
With candle wax on wine bottles
Espresso in martini glasses

Mirrors reflect arty photos
Of curvy/bushy Italians nudes
Next to the usual movie posters
Audrey exquisite as she broods

Haven’t heard a bluebird call
Over constant squelching siren
Distant choir interludes and
Swiss guards ordering me to run

Skipped the Sistine Chapel
And internient related dogma
Head instead to a tiny post office
Send a postcard of my mind
Pet the stray cats begging
By a red checkered table
Where i alternate small cigars
And large glassses
Of cheap red wine

So Many Miles

So many miles I’ve traveled
Just to find two friends
A lover and a sidekick
Who are with me to the end

Vertical feet gained
To find the thinnest air

The porthole is my telescope
any day beyond is your relevant
so I create a religion to explain
The things I cannot see

Then, with brass bolts,
connect to reality

Selling Arbitrary Citizenships

Selling citizenship to a country which isn’t recognized by leagues or unions, intent thrust into existence, scant generations hence.

Your initiation packets include:

A passport, acknowledged only by arbitrary atolls, expired drilling platforms, and occasional metaphysical realms – with names borrowed from Dead Sea Scrolls

Postage stamps, assorted, bearing fetching motifs in three colour plates

A seal, stamp-able with ink and spring or possibly emboss-able

Currency, printed on vellum, with dew-coloured coastlines which might exist, if randomness permits.

The rest, yours to determine, simply add origin myth, considering prior manifestations

Govern yourself accordingly.

Poem (scribbled): Wildflower (for Foster / with key), 2017

Poem, handwritten: Wildflower (with key)
Poem, handwritten: Wildflower (with key)