In my nights of waiting
For sunrise and flowers
I look pain in the face
I struggle to think in flowers
And rising orange suns
My night then fizzles down
With its false props to pride
At five I wake up bleary-eyed
Trying to catch beach suns
Before they turn white.
Archive for November, 2004
28 Nov
Sunrise and flowers
16 Nov
Images in a train
They lived outside the pale of my existence
Just a few images that touched the fringe
“Hello image” :Mersault addressed Marthe
Just like only one of her other lovers did
The woman here was a mere image
The way her eyes flashed at her husband
As she changed the nappies of the child
The child swung in the cloth-cradle, gently,
Like a [...]
10 Nov
Prayer
We do not like it here on the earth
Our eager hands rise from our hearts
Our feet beat music out of the earth
But these shadows keep playing with us
Our music cannot break through the sky
We play our goat-skinned drums feverishly
We produce our living music from death
Our prayer hall is full of holes in the roof
We [...]
7 Nov
Fear of Death
Death crawled on the tender underside
The body threatened to explode in fear
Up there, on the first floor, you were alone
With sweaty fear between you and infinity
What seemed to matter was a dusty existence
Enclosed in divisions of space and time
In the cold cellar darkness touched your body
Smelling fearfully like yesterday’s death
There was death in the smelly [...]
1 Nov
The Song
The sound settled on our core
Touching our conscious, our selfness
The body meant everything to us
Metallic music poured forth
From yellow discs in fevered rhythm
As our sepulchral child-egos rose
Our consciousness flapped its wings
We only rise once over the clouds
Our waxen wings melt too quickly
But our memories remain of flying.
