Monday, July 18, 2011


the new Buddha of this century
comes straight from the factory
modified and customised
from 1970 sci-fi scenes
hulas halos around his hips
a saucer on his head
a teacup in his lips
birds claw at tin roof dawn
swoop and swoon
A-frames become V-shaped tear aways
naked under my monday
wonder if today's the 'one day' you spoke of
maybe it was sunday, or another someday
sideburns frame cheek stones
I'm sorry mother
for nearly breaking your bones
my feet are waging war with the sheets
winters repeat
the world as a 12 pillar sphere
every rain drop - a lifetime
every moment - a lifeline
to everything known to the heavens
and not to earth
glimpses of virtues to Virgo
there to, goes stares thrown
like stars owed to the sky
oh the virgins of vertigo
look at the freedoms stolen by men
who don't dream!
I had to kill 2 birds with one stone
when I brought the shotgun home
this morning the hills are grandfather beards

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

We Are Oak...

it was a short memory, a seemingly minute occurrence in a seemingly infinite life
a something, a someone
that mentally recalled now is at best blurry
that taught me, that all that was young in me was now grown up
premature- like my birth
the blackwall parapet of universal secret wrapped up like blankets around my tiny body
truth was an ethereal spy glass    a microscope    eyes of a hawk
and although young as blonde and baby teeth
I learnt that what I am, is living
and all that I sense will one day be gone, because we die
I learnt that love and life is pain
to love and lose seemed wrong
it took decades of movies and books
of imaginary maps, puzzles and scenarios of the past
of days that I felt newborn
of anxiety and fears of sleeping
the obscenity of death lingering
in my marrow
of sequential burials
that never leave you even when you sweat
it took all these years to earn a lighthouse outpost
a tidal outlook
I see the sea and the sea sees all
I finally learnt that trees lose branches, they change shape
and like trees we are constantly changing
everything insignificant and everything significant
shaped, and continue to shape, my tree
our rebirth is everything lost, and everything gained
through which we grow
without both we cannot