this is the way the day unfolds
swirling crown notions
wings in a flurry
while dirty watered bootsteps
stretch north north west

deep in the harvest of fingerdepths
you turn your smooth caress
into doubts...the flat
bisquit liquid phone
silent

a crop of black stirs
on the wire
the mezzanine snowflake
tile array
dizzy in its spell wound
falling
rising like them
striking the sky with their
cries of hungry indignities

I relax with my champagne and smile,
Maggie Thatcher is dead ! - She was vile
I hope there's no other,
To play Hitler's mother.
Though the Tories are all in denial

without any sensations
Oh man
what would be that kiss,
loveless,
two shadows like ghosts will meet
and you say twill be a kiss
doesn't match my lips,

let me tell you
I love to kiss....
any miss
any sis
any mom,
and my kiss perhaps some day
you may want too...

I would kiss you as stars touch light to light
as waves share a soft drench night
as snows touch pine boughs
as night winds touch long grass
as twilight sounds touch a whisper
as you touch me.... fleetingly
as my lips touch yours in shadows

I mix the Grey
of ash and soot
into shade, ground
from between the leaves
of midnight and dawn


as the texture of you
begins the pale
to nothing 


as each lift of the brush,
and every dab erased you
from the canvas of my life,
I realize,
I am overpainting each
and every particle
of you


I meditate on the good
but with regret I forget,
for in the remembering
burns a nothingness


I remix the colour
with a rainbows spray,
and I fill the void
where you once stood


too long

Blue glass tiles measure dignity
being taken by rough hands
in one inch
by one inch
pieces.

Lay still.
Pinned under a dingy, double pane window
he hovers heavy.
He is the moon’s nemesis;
stealing all its glorious glow and leaving only darkness.

In the shadows he delivers his own dingy double pain,
forces it upon me.
Inside she.

Wide eyed and mouth agape.
Gasping, disbelieving
shallow rhythmic breathing.

FLEUVES

Je suis un fleuve qui court
frénetique
comme un forcené fou
poursuivi
par ma propre folie
emporté par les vents
vers l'ínconnu
profond et noir
avalé comme une goutte
de rien
dans l'Océan
qui m' attend

RIVERS

I am a river flowing
frenetic
like a madman
cursed to flee
by his own madness
taken by winds
towards the Ocean
deep and black
a drop of nothing
swallowed
into a raging sea.

When love touches the quick
of heart and muscle,
steers the mind
with seeming magical chemicals
that intoxicate the brain,
upsets the normal balance,
calm and sane,
this is the spark of creative fire,
that frees the phoenix of desire
and set all senses ablaze,
in psychedelic dances of physique,
like those myriads of semen, when let lose,
seek their way in desperation,
find their goal,
hell bent on achieving pure euphoria.

"For they that carried us away captive required of us a song and they that wasted

us required of us mirth,saying sing us one of the songs of Zion"
Psalm 137:3 (KJV)

We kiss the sole of history
and sing an ode to the cast-iron "no return""conduit
as we bethink junctures of old -

The hand of despotism decreed;
lives were to be crushed,here in the dungeon
Our own betrayed us with a Judas kiss
and handed us over to the canines of the masters

I wonder if anyone had forecast
her passing away...
to my mind thoughts continued to come
should I or should I not
compose a poem

and

Mark Antony came to mind
in Julius Caesar he hath said...
as Brutus must have

Here I come not to praise Caesar
but to bury him...

we must all leave our
differences and idiosyncrasies behind
after one has gone...

we all become equal bones...
devoid of flesh