i put on the brave face
and go about the mend.
yet still
the nightly nightmare brink,
the daily morning panic shrink
as i go around the bend.
and you,
a spectral lover in the sheets.
not here, not there,
again.
my compass needle,
skewed.
my will to love,
gargantuan
and true.
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
this fountain, crowned
with summer's regal splendour,
sputters on our bench.
in the shade of birds
fluttering as a sari in breeze,
you fan lashes
over impossible eyes.
watermelon bright, we go
meandering the locks
to aforetime
whilst i
slant up my maps,
tacked to plot the skies,
and am thankful
for the clarity
of our polite englishness.
Sunday, 27 June 2010
Wednesday, 23 June 2010
Monday, 14 June 2010
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Friday, 21 May 2010
i was born today
into a world i had created
in past sleep somehow
emerging suddenly from the deep
warm depths of a womb
that was yours, ours (now
defunct). and barren was i
and dry as these lips and cracked
and raw. a sour umbilical
hacked with rust and blunt
lay heavy on the floor
among the detritus of
words (also ours, once)
of this, this
so-called poetry.
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