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by Mark » Mon Apr 29, 2019 4:17 pm
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Human
A constitution for the syndicate -
but love and sex, circles of trees.
The slow faith of deeper waters,
and Chronos, the sower of dust.
Autumn
I saw you at a café, or perhaps
a boulevard, leaves on the wind.
Hazel words unsung, blue eyes
in farewell, a sweetness of days.
Moonlight
Wickled glass is a mercury spider
paused on velvets of torture.
Drums in the distance signal
a darkening of willful blades.
Zenith
Sometime on Sunday I sat and stared
at life with bold eyes of appreciation.
A bowl of fruit, clean water, pure air a joy,
the patterns of wood grain, all clearly art.
Random
Insane scorpions of civility
with doubt loaded as debt.
Scratch-eyed mad in lies
studded with probability.
Thoughts
As-ragged-as-jagged-canyons
slotted-across-rotted-horizons -
… past wafted wildflower petals
as softly aloft as angelic feathers.
Radical
Like neurons from a gun
What have we become –
Slaves to microwaves
Lives as liquid assets
Mother
New birth from the moon womb of earth,
a beautiful life with seasons, the goodwill
of sun and rain. Then druids and megaliths,
and puzzles of history about gods of mystery.
Rebellion
Yahweh is dead, I think,
this is good, most likely.
But what happens when
half a bipolarity remains?
Cycle
There are ancient layers
imprinted with extinction.
Patterns of fallen leaves,
lost creatures of the seas.
Alkali
A fisherman’s grave, buttressed with stone,
cradles a young man’s remains. The spirit
survives, soars high through the lives
circled around assumptions of grief.
Zero
As line 1
runs on,
so line 2
will do.
Weld
A goddam army cook popped off a round
outside the gates of the base as we arrived,
making rifles safe in the back of a cattle truck.
Fucking ricochet hit the thigh of a guy next to me.
Clouds
I like to ride waves in the sea,
on a retro blue paddle ski.
Slipping down watery walls,
a rush away from thought.
Around
You say you love me
but I do not understand
the nature of this promise,
only the arrows of domesticity.
Ogre 1&2
The North Face is the murder wall.
When the sun touches the cliffs,
rocks and boulders let go and fall,
scattering and battering ice and bone.
The mountain face is dire peril for those who venture there
Five days by rope and piton, ice-axe and crampon.
At night, just pinpricks of light, seen far below.
Death Bivouac is two feet wide but thousands high.
Music
I need emotion -
to write. Even passion,
if you will. A lovely muse,
near yet far, a flowering of desire.
Dawn
The wind, the wind, it howls and blows
at shadows speeding swiftly by starlight.
The night, the night, it slows and grows
in silence of spirits as assassinated by satan.
Lost
The musk-ox herd shambles into polar fog,
into the whiteout’s ceaseless chatter and rattle
of crashing floes, growling ever closer. The cold is deep,
a blue vision of frozen ice, razor green as the grasping sea.
Cursive
So Grandma finally buckled
and bought a smartphone.
Grandpa, meanwhile,
has nothing to do.
Birthdays
The same candle and photo,
this year a chocolate muffin.
Time is an easement but still,
a bottle of gin and Pink Floyd.
Ghosts
This blue bowl of the sky
saturates the day with heat.
The cobalt sea though,
advances in halos of fog.
Trok
Colin the Mighty
chugs and rumbles
in a surge of torque,
his progress is majestic.
Yesterday
We met for coffee one morning,
as some old lovers do. How are you –
The moment seemed strange, for
the shape of her lips had changed.
Zonnenstralen
Friends from far away,
here for a week and a day.
Sublimely devoured in morsels,
time savoured as saffron parcels.
Descent
Speckles of rain from
moon drifted clouds.
The dark earth swallows,
and dry stars are serene.
Gulp
Gluten, dairy and sugar
is an acid brew of inflammation
which is then the factory floor
for all disease and disintegration.
Freddie
A man walked all the way
from Burundi to South Africa,
to push shopping trolleys
and hustle for car park tips.
Thirty For-ty
A day of little poems,
of words and phrases
into spaces and places,
united with punctuation.
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