Tag Archives for love
‘E.’ (Poem)
Ask me what God is and
I’d say it’s us. What is God if not
the sacred, profound,
the blinding and brilliant? The challenges
insurmountable, the madness dark and
bleeding, breathing and moaning, in bite
marks on a Mediterranean morning?
What is God
if not the unarguable reality, faith
undying belief in
hands still clinging
even at the hopeful dawn of
some mutual understanding?
My God is you,
on my lap laughing gone
fearless, hair down fingers
entwine, tangled unimaginable
purity, faster breed of
complicated, love transcribed
in languages I can’t read.
Our God cannot be spoken of
without us in its form, has only
one thankful prayer, heard in the
wet lips and skin,
in bodies clenched together
hot and alive
under sun, rain and sleet, —
Oh, the cold has many arms,
but when it holds, the warmth
of your sky-bound spirit
breaks through, deliverance itself,
revealing my God
In unspeakable truth,
In sacred promise,
of defiance and growth so sweet.
My God is Sentimental, a word I hate
but feel irreversibly, bone deep, forever
willing at the mouth, as goose pimples
on the neck, in gazes we can’t bear —
I don’t believe in what’s not here,
because what is here
is so beautiful, painful and real,
that it’s beyond my abilities
as a writer to speak about it.
‘Grope’ (Poem)
“C’mon! C’mon!”
She’s yelling at me.
I can’t. It’s awkward.
I want to ask something
terrible, but I can’t.
“C’mon!”
“It’s hard when you’re
yelling at me.”
She’s not appreciating this.
This is a favour.
A miserable, lonely favour.
What the hell is she thinking?
What the hell am I thinking?
I make some sound.
Like a happy, deep sound.
She stares at me. She knows
I’m a liar.
“So great,” I say.
“Hmm” she says, and coughs
into her palm.
‘Sky’ (Poem)
I see you as I see the sky
and my sky cannot change.
It is a sky that asks questions,
a sky that is clear, open and pink,
a sky that is still, Persian and wild.
It is a sky that asks nothing,
a sky that is white, breathing and real,
a sky that is space, muted and grey.
I see you as I see the sky
and my sky cannot change.
‘Monster’ (Poem )
Sweet whispers, gentle breezes. War bred winds below. Child cries, cattle dies, ground burns bright in snow. Cotton fields, flowered moors, a true love's shadow stays. Silky hair floats to where, the black eyed monster prays. Through ice and clearer sky, that shadow cries to me, ‘Oh, won’t you help to walk with them, help me to walk free,’ And through that ice I called to her, told her to wait and stay. A moment gone is a moment passed, A moment stole away. Trees did watch with hidden eyes as I ran to kingdoms lost. Golden murmurs of that girl on pillaged flight of frost. Still I went with blazing face. So scared I could not see. When home goes deep, a life so bleak, the monster looks at me. He looks, teeth, venom, rip savage at my heart. Consume and spread inside you, tearing you apart.
‘Perfume Shop’ (Poem)
A perfume shop. You wanted the one with the glittering box. The one that whatshertits show ponies on all those terrible videos you watch. You wanted the one with the glittering box. And you wanted candlelit dinners, you wanted moonlight. You wanted the fish with cheese sauce. A dog wouldn't want it, now you sit and you scoff. You wanted the fish with cheese sauce. You wanted the one with the glittering box. I feel we've run our course.
ZEN NOVEMBER 