Inside Look
Beauty is everywhere. Inside the day
of the night and the night of the day. Inside each fleeting
moment which is eternal. Inside everything in this world.
Inside the rose on the table, whose blood is redder
than life and whose life is more alive than everything
that ever lived. Inside the moon’s sickle,
which bends even more and brings the winter’s cold.
Inside all the little things that are dreaming huge
dreams of the eternal universe. Continua a leggere
18th Century Royal Navy Refreshment
Cheap dark rum promises South Sea adventure with Captain Cook at the helm
and natives on the shore in swaying grass and flowers. I’m neither guilty nor enticed,
only drunk on deck in rags scoured by sea salt like an outcast of the islands with scurvy.
I’m silent when the poets talk of displacement, wishing I was lost with Teal
in the jungle, eating papaya, making love in a tent in the steaming hills. I dream; I drink
and look winter in the eye. The wind cuts cold like an alcoholic surgeon and I hate
the prizewinners, the Nobel song and dance men with their gala ballgowns
and enigmatic transgender allure. Continua a leggere
DRINKING AGAIN
I been drinking, drinking too much again as the days
pass in a blur of dependency as the witching hour
comes around again until late last night I stumbled
on home from another wrecked afternoon of drinking,
damn drinking with the realisation that not a poetic
word had been written in over a month. Continua a leggere
poem in two directions
45 years and i’m still
not sure if it’s hope or despair,
these low flat roofs, this endless
expanse of luminous blue sky
anonymous buildings
surrounded by well-manicured
lawns and that i have these
memories of you which do
nothing but cause pain Continua a leggere
Death or Glory
Outside my door, there’s a ruckus, several million maniacs and imbeciles, in the fragrant company of feral dogs, finding something, a sort of darker blue, like the butt bruises of roller derby queens after a match, and if you say yes, yes, you’re the good guys, and if you say no, no, you’re the bad guys, held at gunpoint and given three days to get ready for death or glory, and just when it seems science can’t help, older women show up at noon with their white hair and canes and wheelchairs and walkers, angry that this is happening again. Continua a leggere
IN TROUBLE
I was shacked with a woman
and this other woman was hot
for me: one drunken night I
fucked the other woman, she
had the largest nipples and
the wettest pussy I have ever
experienced but I knew I was
in trouble: the woman I
lived with I loved and she
left me: the other woman
moved in but I didn’t love
her, after 3 days I told the
other woman to fuck-off: Continua a leggere
