Month: February 2016

Nine Ways of Shaping the Moon

                                         for Lissa

1
Tilt your head and laugh
until the night bends
and I see only you.

2
Weave the wind into a song.
Rub its fabric over your skin.
For whom does it speak?

3
Remove all stars and streetlights.
Remove thought, remove voice.
Remove me. But do not remove yourself.

4
Tear the clouds into threads
and place them in layered circles.
Then breathe slowly into my ear.

5
Drink deeply. Raise your eyes to the brightness
above the cedars. Observe their motion
through the empty glass. Repeat.

6
Talk music to me. Talk conspiracies
and food and dogs and rain. Do this
under the wild night sky.

7
Harvest red pollen from the trees.
Cast it about the room
and look…

Interlaced tongues sweetest tortures, and for you a crown of hawthorn

Come mornings lame duck situation, at first light a passion stillborn

Your carriage awaits full of treasures, a catalogue of what was before

Love letters returned back to sender, your key on the hook by the door

You split with a satchel of shared dreams, and a trunk full of burning desire

In your wake left a parcel of memories, and finger band of barbed wire

Those bared paintings of you in the grand hall, the place where all sinners got wed

Now hang on the walls of a bedroom, where all our spare tears once were shed

Words aimed below the belt and pulled punches, a ripped bodice, a craving that devours

Then the affirmation of stained sheets, hungover from the afterglow hours

You travelled back to the place where you came from, climbed dizzy heights just to…

wondered where the gargoyle veg had gone

the ugly fruit, the less than pretty perfect

the deformed

wondered why shaving skills were

only tested in long sweeps

carbuncled obstacles absent

wondered whether they had strutted off

or were shunned by prudish

for daring their genitalia

exposing their subterranean

coitus interrupted

unapologetic

prescribed proclivities prearranged in rows

to accept only beauty perceived

by self-appointed guardians of acceptable

displaying uniformity of choice

fixating on one size fits all

reluctance to embrace

or court valentines

different from standardised

not only humour bypassed

(sources)

Damned Evangelists!

In their feverish belief

Casting jagged stones

With their polished rhetoric

Cluttering the path

With traps and pitfalls and snares.

Though I wander, I’M NOT LOST!