Hunger

You’re the wraith in the plain

where the wind plays a lonely note.

You have said the words, bathed

in milk midstream, made

plain your hunger to the forest

of your forefathers. But   

                                                               

the seal remains unbroken.

The seer has foreseen it;

your life line is long and strong

but the cosmos holds captive your star –

your empty note wails across the barren. 

Imagining Him Happy

What is waking

for Sisyphus? who knows by now

that the boulder will roll down again,

that he must roll it up the hill again.

He no longer curses the stupidity

of the gods, their infantility.

He’s traded in his

apathy for ambition –

a blind boiling for a perfect trip.

Eventually, you gather that the grind

is as eternal as the blackness of space, that

the small mercy of stars

shall not stir the enormity of your sky. And

from its cold stone you cull

a twisted pleasure, the cool

tickle of sweat

down your back in the blackness.   

Clunk

All it does is a clunker. Still,
     the hammer loves the anvil

as only it can…

(Un)certainty

In the morning I craved clarity

but the day offers none.

The further I step into this fog, the fuzzier

mileposts of what to and when to become.

Clean-cut lines

are dreams I daren’t have.    

That Song

You know the time that shiver

of a song

brushes all over your goose bumps that

you push back two inspired tears 

and still the shout of your soul   

from burbling madly into the orange air?

Don't stop, Janet

don’t stop.

Animation

Because you weigh your life in your hand

and it is a broken shell

because your voice has lost its teeth

you intone

to the breeze

‘you’re a goddess brushing past’, and

to the sky, ‘peace

cannot be bluer’

and to those bones, your dreams

‘you will find flesh

and live’.   

Search

Still in darkness, I am the fool who

believes in bottled sunlight. If only

I could find the right stopper,

the right rune or incantation:

surely, then

the light would keep.  

Curse

By the ancient binding of rebirth on the moon

your bond shall be ageless and true

by the changeless breakers that yearn for the shore

your spirit shall seek no other

by the belly of the earth that churns with fervour

your blood shall burn for no other.

Earth shall churn and the moon shall ever

hurl breakers to the shore

and you shall yearn and burn.