USELESS ENDEAVORS

Do you miss my poetry
did my words tell you more
than what you read
didn't you see
yourself in me.

I am the particular to the universal
a microcosm of the human spirit
a magnificent perfection of imperfection.
I showed you a soul.
Did you see it.

I showed you my gypsy heart
my longings,
my melancholy.
Did you feel it

Do you miss my poetry
or do my words die
in the saying
do my thoughts languish
in their caress............

Surfaces smoothly reflect,
unearthed in this time of lights.
Small and large pieces of paper
litter like letters from a gone war.

Children run in Caribbean colours,
women in stretched black.
The tinnitus city drums softly.
Map arteries weave and congest.

Aquarium nights
dream greetings.
The past arrives all broken
and listing towards the right.

sweep me
beneath my passing
You bespoke my passion
for all your faults

I took you brand
and before the high hand
laid down it

here I am now
the yoke
of a cheiftan
on me

I have twins
arriving
speaking
Pretty eyes

sweet twenty five

"Shinning twins"
annointing mascara
on blue visions
showering
in our showers

cell phone acrobats
with words
scrawl massages

Im Hungry Jesse
and you say
with surety

not so good... your fear of death -

if man can overcome fear
of the unknown, death
man will rise
without any surprise
above all inner collusion
and confusion

Mould long beneath winter's cold white cloak
stirs in the breezes of spring, its thaw,
bugs develop in the sudden warmth, 
leaves heave in relief, some made into a pictures
collaged to a stone or gathered tight together
making strange new sculptures of random shape, 
as the march winds tear them from their resting place
they take to flight, as if to live a second life.
 
Now faded, dressed in browns and murky greens,
caught up, they cartwheel down the paths we tread,
beside us as if to compete, spinning like wheels

Give me a view to remember
You know the favourite one
naked-obviously

My daily thrill wrapped up
in skin dewy

The hair fresh from processing
swathes in molton sheets
like a hooker wearing
a synthetic wig

Draping precious threads
smothering masculine
contours

Skin hair sweat
trickling between
soft crags

Your tumescence
piercing silver curtains
sprayed with
cascading comfort

A new day dawns with heavy air
weighted by pollen and with dew
as rising sun begins to stare
at springs blooms opened everywhere
their pastels pleasing to his view

I breathe deeply then I sneeze
wryly smile at "silent" stalk
a nearby gobble makes me freeze
and quietly curse my allergies
then I resume my sylvan walk

Two weeks ago the world was bare
all was gray, pine green and dun
now leaves are sprouting everywhere
as doves and song birds start to pair
frosted mornings now are done

what bodes love’s cheerful glee?
if in passion’s parlour lay,
deftly from lover’s eyes obscured
the dismal residue of reverie’s decay
why so serene love’s panting spell
that lights the eyes of mortal beings?
till heavenly sweet their blessed dream,
unchallenged through the darkness beam,
and on their cheeks the rosy blaze
of blooming peace sublimely mirrors
the purer zeal thy raptured hearts arrest
love is but a contamination of the soul
while o’er the placid look unmoved,

protracted stitches
circumference of each orbit
abrade motives

time chewed
and spat impiously

Descartes cursed
banality of insights

this abscessed “being”

Abdicates

Trapped by his passion
Lost in his art
Stealing other`s lines
To mark his own
At war with his world
Guevera`s child in search of
The dust mote that
Defines his essence
Always out of reach
Dancing on the sunlight
Knifing through
A fly specked window
Alone with the breath of
future thoughts