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Monday, 20 February 2023

Tips Off Lips

I missed you

I missed you, I missed you, I missed you


I so so missed you

I so so wanted not to



Sunday, 19 February 2023

Defining

This is the light

Which the mentor talks of

These are the stills

Where greens are green

Where reds are red

Where love is love

Where hope is never lost

Where desire shines on desire


This is the light

Which falls out of Eastern windows

That loses itself so damned quickly

In the wool pile carpet

While it lets its sky

Be framed, quartered

By the lead lights

On the double-glazed glass


This is the light

Of the all of our knowing

This is the light

Which I show to you now



Saturday, 18 February 2023

Night Class

There is a longing in me

Which resides

In the receptive clay

A clay which you moulded

Knowingly, also unknowingly


There is a longing in me

Which decides

Upon the plasticity of the clay

A clay which you passed, then pressed

One time after another


There is a longing in me

Which provides

A worktable for the clay

A clay which you turned; turned

To rediscover the inside



Friday, 17 February 2023

Tracks

If the summer of love is with us

Why am I disappointed

Is my disappointment

That you were disappointed with the journey


Instead to reach out

To banish the miasma


If the season of vacation is with us

Why do we feed into the struggle

Is my abject poverty

That you were gifted my poverty along the way


Instead to find growth

To implore the connections


If the light of the homeland is with us

Why do we punish the pretenders

Is my black rose only flowered

That your flowers might bloom beside the path


Instead to find being

To identify the poetics of love



Thursday, 16 February 2023

Mr Palomar

He looks at the sea

He looks at the sky

He looks at me

One wonders why

Does he read his little book

To find what he’s looking for


Where he sees the stars

I see a suntanned thigh

Where he greets the arc

I walk, long-legged, by

Does he need a calmer cook

To find what he’s looking for


Nothing is uncertain

In the life he leads

I draw the curtain

After planting seeds

Does he know how long it took

To find what he’s looking to impede