Time

 

 

 

I’m hanging onto time

as it drip slips from my grip

 

what used to take me years

is lost in speeding day

 

the baby’s cry, the teenage sigh

that wedding vow

 

all gone now.

 

I’m holding out for warmth

in this bitter English spring

 

still searching for a place

to call my own:

 

I’ve given up on love

though I’ve been there

 

once or twice, but it’s

too wine to water late

 

too heavy a price.

 

I’m remembering those days

as they morph & fade to grey

 

always waiting for a sign

that destiny is on my side

 

I’m holding onto time

as it flies away

 

I’m running for my life

just one more day.

 

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Keeper of dreams

 

Joao Angel for me

 

 

I’m the keeper

of your dreams

 

down through the

chapters of the years

 

turn the pages

back to see

 

how beautiful

we used to be.

 

Age acquires

our living lines

 

body’s burnt &

bones they hurt

 

the way our hearts

they ached that day

 

when you came

knocking on my door.

 

Beauty carries its

own curse, it blinds us

 

to this shadow world

 

I’m the keeper

of your heart

 

can you hear me

can you hear me?

 

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( Painting by Joao de Haro )

Twin stars

Twin stars

 

 

Twin stars, binary

or supernova

 

we formed a bridge

so long ago

 

history has crumbled

from our beauty:

 

touched so many lives

made other’s stars

 

shine bright.

 

Twin stars’ lover

to lover

 

I stroked your cheek

of fire

 

ran from Luna burn

 

forgot you in that

black interstellar

 

vastness of absence.

 

Now I’ve stumbled

on your light

 

it makes me smile

to see how far

 

your flare

has traveled.

 

‘’To infinity & beyond’’

the cosmic hero cries

 

so here I stand

160,000 light years

 

from my heart

& wait

 

for singularity.

 

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Persephone’s dream

green me

 

 

Dark deep down

beneath the ground

 

of becoming:

 

earth’s heavy loam

buries lifetimes of trying

 

to be that thing.

 

Dark dark disappearing

skin to soft dust

 

of destiny:

 

beneath the seed bed’s

mouth that utters life

 

beneath genetic love

of you & I.

 

Down dragged by

rippling chains of

 

a God

that will not bargain:

 

sleeping cold bruled

in seismic fire

 

until base body’s

molten gold, ruby sapphire

 

the emerald glinting

on the wire

 

where you & I

reform,

 

where new myths

are told

 

new myths reborn.

 

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Control

 

 

 

There is no room

for doubt

 

in your lizard’s skin

 

around & round &

around you spin

 

a spider’s web of hope

that year by year

 

grows heavy dust

of shredded tear.

 

There is no room

for doubt, with lock.

 

& key your bars you keep

 

a tarnished ray of

teenage dream.

 

You hold your world

so tight: its calloused

 

up your mind, you ratify

a break out clause,

 

that sleeps.

 

There is no room

for doubt, each year

 

& day you rip away

the martyr’s cry,

 

your baby’s sigh

that wedding day,

 

you multiplied by three:

now shadow’s fade

 

on spider’s nest

of rotted prey, (that’s me!)

 

There is no room for doubt

but destiny is shouting

 

in your ear:

& now it’s time to listen.

 

 

Listen to poem here 

 

 

 

 

 

Ides of March

 

Beware the Ides of March

halo rims the sun’s shadow;

on field edge

 

owl hunts.

 

Nothing comes of nothing

nothing ever does:

power hover’s in the hands

 

of nondescript.

 

Old friends betray

Julius rises from his

dusty grave

 

to warn us.

 

Fools trump the land

that never was free;

yet star spangled flag

 

promises succour,

offers blood.

 

Beware the Ides of March

the peril you can’t see

when all our dreams

 

become a destiny of dust.

 

Cataclysmic days

promise unrest

sun scorched by thin veneer

 

of eggs over easy.

 

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Brume

brume (1)

 

 

 

I woke to brume

birdsong, Bob Marley

 

I dance in the kitchen

remember reggae nights.

 

You want fire? Fire in

a belly full of life?

 

I’ve skirted round

the issue, run for

 

no man’s land of

non-committal

 

I wake to brume

spring is on hold

 

buried a kilometre

down in ground fire:

 

my walls are lined with

maps that lead

 

to bright empty beaches

where only dolphins leap,

 

I wake to brume

& reach for you.

 

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Cold

Too much cold

white, alight,

cryogenic crystals

 

lash my soul.

 

You send me songs

too late, too far

from who I have

 

become.

 

My lips burn:

those lips that only

say goodbye

 

& you wonder why

you wonder why.

 

I shed my skin

in layers each night

hallucinogenic dream

 

I’m living in.

 

Outside the field

is white with frost

cold impersonal;

 

have I become

the butterfly

that clings

 

to what it knows?

 

My shattered heart

pupates to stone

like iron ground

 

until its flaw flows

spring water.

 

 

(Listen to poem here)

Wind

 

Time, like the wind

blows me

 

down the road

I did not take

 

alone in this moment

I wait for peace.

 

Time like the sea

rolls out its vagaries

 

we drift & turn

to shifting horizon

 

you, a jailer

clang your keys

 

promising certain death

of one sort or another.

 

Time like the wind

splits me: shows

 

a thousand glittering

scenes when we

 

were glad to be lovers.

 

(Listen to poem here )

Monday poem

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I dreamt of you

last night

 

a gentle dream

where we were lying

 

in a field of flowers:

 

kaleidoscope of nature

that you’d seamed,

 

a reclaimed rosary

of faith,

 

from broken bottles

shattered heartbeats

 

life’s landfill.

 

You had a question

on your lips

 

a question mark

of hope

 

of things that we

might be

 

places to be seen

hours of unchained

 

conversation.

 

You had a question

& it seems,

 

it’s maybe time

to ask it.