Loved up on the end of your needle
I type to you in my head
Stories of daily momentary commentary
Saying how I miss your face
book pain growing how
Moment by moment I talk of
hope to prick the bubble that is my chat
How much easier to let you speak
To feel the stab of your heroin
Rush through my veins
have your words caress my thighs Until I can speak no more
roll your words around my tongue until your eyes skype my tears
It would be easier to yahoo.com
To spread my legs
Scroll down
glide to safety
but for the pace, space that @ inhabit for that to be
But for the pain, withdrawal, rush, throws, convulsions until
The next hit
I dream of you in my head
I want to step closer and tell
-You -
-Touch -
But I am an addict
So I
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The Sun
Diurnal hours days
Minutes years all
Divided portioned
Measured neatly and
Displayed
All in order one by one
Counting the time
Until we are done
Autobiography – the Sum of a Life
Two
Too
Tu tu
Tu
To
Too
II
2
One
London
I encompassed you,
straddled margins side to side,
Dissected your arteries to anchor memory and
Drunk kisses from your thighs
When the Swan birthed
Feather words on butterfly charms,
Sliding westward like a loving tongue,
I flew from your arms
Your body has heaved
Its last sigh into my hair
Painting a blush mark into my skin
That leaves the ribbon rope ties bare
Promises
I have decided I believe
that clouds can’t defeat the sun
the truth remains
your words won’t fail
So I rise again, believing every one
Our conversations I remember
I hung onto every word
because I have faith
you’ll light my way
again
My Addiction
The place where God is
he is calling out to me
On the hill
Beneath the sunny stars
Where daisy’s lie awake in the night,
mermaids sing, fairies flitter between the trees
Here you meet me
holding out your hand for this dance
The irresistible pull of you
Flesh meets flesh As I begin to dream
Magic tingles my fingers – entwined with yours
We swirl, dip and cavort
In our dance where I drink
Your essence, your scent, the aroma of love
You – a drug, a lover, a dream, a vision –
my addiction, my hope , my constant
in the time between times
you are my all
Terrorist Insurgency
The dentist drilled them out
one by one each mark
mercury poisoned
amalgam of thoughts
and replaced with composite
white
but sometimes twitches occur
tongue catches a crack
then a sliver
of you gets out
The Ex-Wife’s Lament (a sonnet)
My breasts are engorged
Full as if to feed a babe that has gone too long without
I have been woken from slumber by your silent cry
Released from a prison buried under the ocean of years
My skin crawls with desire for you and hungers
Blistering on the sand of desert’s passion.
I burn, beyond hope and longing
Into the flames of uncaring
I burn past logic, past thinking
into the realm of being and feeling
To burn for you in hell
This hell, this uncaring, unknowing heart of darkness
Where pain and desire are the twins of rejection
And I, no longer able to hold you back, dissolve
Unless
When day light passes coldly and I sit tear tracking a place into my heart
Where you left out your phone number
And told me I was true
Then my body spoke out loud
And hated this appointment
So this when we speak
I shout silently and god speaks dust specks
Into the void that begun when you first touched me
Today
Our thoughts have sailed and begun a flight
Down railway track, tracking the sleepers
That have been left in our path only to buckle
To send us into a siding where
Water lakes around our feet and we fly into the depth where whales sing
the breath and depth of the hate we left behind
today
when day light calls insects into wakefulness
legs crawling into that woman’s voice
that cries out no
you cannot have me
unless
Vision
The sound echoed
creating rhythms within rhythms across my consciousness
the stiff dark bodies blew
and lazily spread their shade
across the everlasting sand
their colour betrayed them
The purple light grew dull
and the hues of tomorrow fastened their gaze upon me
the intensity bore down
and threw away all feeling
the tempest climaxed
when, shattering, its gaze broke
beneath my soul it ran
blotting out the vision
He said to tell you
Open your eyes
and see your reflection
While you’ve been travelling
you’ve already arrivedYour plumage has grown
all decked out in white
Awesome with beauty
you’re ready to flyLook to the future
start beating your wings
You’re been made for this time
it’s your moment to rise
Tūrangawaewae
Here in this land of the long white cloud,
where the sound of the ocean beats in time with my heart,
here on the black sand where fire burns the soul,
here amongst the birds drifting and calling the dead
and the wind carries our tears away -
here where it is wild – here is where I stand.
Tūrangawaewae
Kibbled Rye
on a Monday
sunshine marinating
whisper thin breeze
snaking machine
making kibbled rye
for the apple of my eye.
