Irreparable

sorrow poem for workshop

She enveloped the stage with easy grace,
a master of images and annotations of significance

The moon was full with redemption and poked her head
through narrow streets, through the wealth of boulevards;
if love can bear it all, the tip of a poet's tongue
is always touching the immensity of her heart
beating with blind eyes and deaf ears,

I examine the toxic alcohol tainted fumes,
looking for an answer, searching for loves lost,
and opportunities tangled in the distant past.
Reaching for a future.

I recall the pub crawls and the booze soaked brawls
and in return receive a fist filled with splintered dreams
the boy i once was, three sheets to the wind ,
and drowning in my grief, hoping for a tomorrow.

Whilst weekend purse went lean
Except for five Naira tucked away
For a time like this, in a book
I couldn’t find the money
I left my doors always open
That is just who I am
Frustrated in my search
I leveled accusation
On the little boy next door
Assertive quiz, convinced
Ingenuousness stood tall
I was the one who lost money
Three months have passed
Strain continued to dig the divide

All somber, those who stand around
this wound cut deep into the ground
beside a box so square and stout
as if they fear you might get out
but from the casket there's no sound

The preacher murmurs on unheard
my attention's fixed upon a bird
a hawk soaring nearly out of sight
within a sky so clear and bright
as if nothing special had occurred

In your hands, a potter's wheel,
shaping substance into form
the physics of involution:
broken shards along a
caravan longing a
sweet alchemy, precise
fingers on snow

In the desert bloom.
I weep your nearness.

You have made a fine vessel.

Fill me with sunrise.

Power surging twisting and dipping
Poleaxing and reviving me
Currents travelling to the brain
Joy a sense of well being
Pleasure untamed 
Limbs and body thrashing out of control
Lurching undulating driving me insane
Shocks of pure terror 
A loneliness remains
Draining my will
Going for the kill
Driving home the thin sharp blade
Lacerating my soul
All Is calm filled with mind numbing boredom 
Unrelenting strain

Smears of neon, glistening light
streak across my blurry sight
Swiftly the wipers push aside
the colored raindrops come to ride

High flying geese in their vees
Trees in brightly colored leaves
The crack of dawn, I see it come
and Summer seems to be all done

Motor sounds and tires shussssh
driving through the puddled slush
Pale yellow light from the sun
I think that Autumn has finally come

lean
feel the range of your spine
close to the surface
the dark shadows beneath the green predator pupil
the mascara lick
candyfloss lipstick

Heels stark loud
against the lonely walls
such lovely legs
in their reach
from there to there

Love Bandits
stealing knifes edge
each kiss a dulling
draw on our firestone
hearts

night is rivetted with
pain
and we swallow our thirsts
with drowning sorrows

she wished for them
to feast upon
little green apples
with tiny brown worms
residing inside
while she should feast
upon the mackintosh
they wore jewled rings
on every finger
precious and expensive stones
while she wore a
single simple band
of silver on one hand
their clothes were of
the latest designer ilk
they sported expensive fashions
decked out from head to toe
her garments were hand me downs
they were willowy and graceful
blond and beautiful
she was petite