No black and white photograph
Just two of earth’s own.
Score pacts through red clay
Fingertip wavy ink trails
Gathering the prey.
Blood’s sudden distance
In the need for possession
Your disgust haunts me.
Leaves an absence of colour
Still unfastened day.
Fish, bird, skin held taut
Language, tribe, vast stretch of land
Between you and I.
I make a pact with you, loved one –
come sooner than a thought.
Slip through earth’s fine skin
With the metal you wrought.
Tender out the flesh, and cap the scabs
Til all our plastic-ridden seas run red.
Smooth our bodies with its petroleum,
So slick we’re floating with the dead,
Soft sludge, this, our chartered mausoleum.
We sign nothing but the bottom line.
Once when I was caught
Between life and death
I lied and said
I’m destined to haunt you.
The truth was I was
The coffee smelled good
And the clouds were high.
Being with you
Was nice and I
Didn’t have a clue
What was on the other side.
So even though
We couldn’t press too hard
I still had my senses
And felt somewhat alive.
But the lie
Was a constant presence
Why would you want
To send me into the unknown?
Life is a sparrow
Life is looking at me
Life is the tree
Life is the flow
Life is underground
Like is overhead
Life is the touch
Life is the sleep
Life is awake
Life is rolling
Life is landing
Life is soft like flowers
Life is strong
Life is continuous pain
Life is a smile
Life is joy
Life is in my mind
Life is inside me
Life is the sparrow
Life is looking at me
There will be no performance in this theatre.
I know that there will be no play.
The cast are spying through the curtains
and that’s where they intend to stay.
I take my seat and try to see the past
on the stones behind and the future,
rhyming couplets somewhere on the breeze.
I’ve already thrown the long dead flowers
and watched them turn in the dying hours.
Look how they slap each other on the back
In their condemnation of you
Celebrating your demise and with it something
That was inexplicably you
Rubbing out your errors and foolishness
And with them your vulnerability
You said we should never be afraid to be intimate
Lay our hearts open to each other
You said, you said…
Am I putting words into your mouth now
Are you simply my mouthpiece
Something I use to verify my own feeble state of mind
Have we reduced you to such an object
Which embodies our own small mindedness
Our own narrow view of the world
He said this! He believed this!
He is nothing else but this.
Outside the narrow confines of their prisons you exist!
Now I understand those who chased you for a kiss
And those whose dying wish to see you
Momentarily turned their pain to bliss
And I miss