in time, energy,
void and matter, I’ll
make space for your in-
tent. Through me, fulfill
needs - by action - for
a greater purpose
on this bountiful
earth; learning and for-
giving as I go.
Staying true, we will
create fire and ast-
onishment again
and again. Amen.
The alarm goes off – on the dot –
and a stagger to the shower
fires my skin into a heat-map:
another day and a dollar.
The Northern Line is running well
- I’m told – and wide-eyed travelers sniff
on the way to London Bridge, sigh
when train doors sigh. Monks for prayer,
people assemble here
carrying bread, briefcases, stars
on posters smile and sparkle.
A crowd of muffled dervishes
is falling through time like days:
trusting (this day) fire can kindle rainbows; little hearts.
Knock knock! Who’s there?
Clickety click,
behind a door.
I’m glad
that door is closed
between a pecking sound
and me - for sure
that sound is not for me – knock, knock -
because if I crack open
the little door’s edge, I will surely want to change
whatever’s lurking there
and it might, maybe, turn me
into more of what I am
or whatever I could be.
T’roof leaks
on t’conservatory.
Around and about
puddles on deck
wrecking red carpet
since 1997
and my missus upset
- just by piddling rain!
Tell you wot, I’ll buy a new carpet
with mi silver credit card
and give ‘er happiness
in a mo.
I copped it, yer,
I buy it.a spiritual man (say, a preacher);
his favourite saying went like this,
‘Rocks are hard and water’s wet;
that’s the way it is!’
He’d parade in front of
hundreds of eyeballs, talking love:
I can see him now in photographs,
mouth open, spouting stuff
on rocks and water: fair enough.
Today - I realized that he was partly right –
bending knees, on this and that, I also felt
that water sometimes turns to ice
and even rocks can melt.
I
I’m
I’m a
I’m at
I’m at a
I’m at a X
I’m at a X roads
I’m at a X road
at a X road
at X road
a X road
X road
road
I X
A goblin, imp, a dervish plays
among moving curtains, behind that veil;
grinning, winking, stickerly, fey,
thumps my shoulder blade time and again.
Sometimes cloudy vapour rises,
hovers up - above - and sways,
likes to drop a headache, haze
and hang there just above my brows.
Now and again my elbow jolts,
a finger flicks and points this way
along a rounded, hard-edged nail.
Cavort and dance, laughing like rain,
the veil uplifts and vapour flies;
two bright eyes shine out with fire.
