28.4.2012 • [antie]

[antie]

today the ants
were swarming
down his tie–
that comical
crotch-pointing device
that ironically
underscores
our dignity

{not mine

I don’t have a tie
and I don’t have ants
nor cockroaches
nor rats nor mice
I’ve a machine
that makes those chirping noises
that drive them away}

–like rotted screws
rolling down
the crowded
alley of his mind
with sloth-like
agility

bending
denting
their thread
beyond
any hope
of future use

wrinkling
rumpling
their antennae
(isn’t it funny
that ants should have
antennae)
trampling the smaller ones
into the cobbles
all rust-brown
like dried blood
their juices
transparently edging
on the insane

there’s nowhere for them to go
of course
only
they fold
around the tie
like a tender hand caressing another
and when they clash
they cross in fury
or cannibalise indifferently

10.4.2012 • 18:18

In all probability starting a series on my obsession with symmetry in digital clock displays.

18:18

It’s 18:18
and the proud sun
but vaguely veiled above the clouds
(the fluffy ministers of Autumn
who now in Spring maintain a thriftful presence
in the sky’s abundant court)
approaches his daily
little-death

18:18
a time that cries adolescence twice
that shouts for joy
that moans for pain
exclaims for ecstasy
and drinks the dreams of passion
for his daily drink

18:18
and the clouds are grey, and
everything obeys their dim hue
grey and muffled
in the pre-dusk gloom

18:18
and I paint and paint
colours in my words
all in a little rough envelope
of imaginary brown paper
to send to you
and perhaps make you crack a smile

if all my art can muster that,
I will forget the misty firmament of clouds which hides the sun
and mourn only for the few tonnes of mass and distance and stories and life
that daily hide
your smiling face
from me.

29-31.3.2012 • Good mornings

I’ve been working on my rhythming and rhyming skills. Getting better versed in poetry, you could say–that is, hopefully.

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Good morning I

Good morning, sweet my darling, sweeter still
With ev’ry hour the clock doth tick away;
Would I could ev’ry worldly hue distill
Through thee, and with thee sweeten ev’ry day.

(29.3.2012)

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Good morning II

Good morning, sweetest sweetheart of my heart
Whose thought takes daily still my world away;
Would it would take me too, and swift impart
Me whole to you, thus ending my dismay.

(31.3.2012)

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26.3.2012 • insidious spring

This year spring has hit most insidiously
Or was it you?
I was walking across my neighbourhood’s park
when the Sun tore through the winter’s rags
as if with a thousand swords of light

And then there was silence
because his searing flames engulfed all
and I couldn’t see
I couldn’t hear
I couldn’t smell
I couldn’t taste
anything but
you

And it burned through me
it soared through my body
and my being was created into light
light burning with your absence

You'd think it was summer
the way all my tears evaporate before they form
the way my tongue burns with ecstatic song
all ready to envelop you
all in vain

So close and yet a world away
you smile and sigh,
but in your absence I am blind
and cannot see you

26.3.2012 • hey there you

hey there you
little girl in those
perfectly fitting
baggy adult clothes
you don’t fool me
I could see through them from ten leagues away

hey there you
transparent little girl
who swallowed the sun
and pretends to be a stone-hard opaque
you won’t fool me ever
the sunlight pierced straight through everything it shouldn’t
and now I carry it always inside