To Perdition

This night’s lady –

Too casually-chosen perhaps –

So-soon satiated, flutters

Easily between fantasy and sleep. And

I, alone, am conscious, again, of the

Anaconda in the witch-hour bedroom.

The one that seeks the carbon dioxide I exhale,

Brushes  my exposed skin in invisible passing;

Realising that, at long-last, I will be all-out

Of resistance when the judgement-jaws gape and

Fangs fashioned like no-absolution lightning

Lay bare my soul and fasten on my very core, pointing

The way; the only way – to Perdition …

To Perdition – and beyond!

Storm ?

Anybody else here think

There’s got to be thunder?

Anyone else here think

We need a storm:

When sledgehammer lightning

Goes down, goes down hard,

Again and again until

Tense skies groan and ring;

Until the concrete wheel bleeds

And the stone blind lady sees?

Anybody else here ready to

Take up the call ?

“Being ignored is not the same

As not needing to be heard:

Justice ain’t being served here!”

thunder

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21/7/13

A Hundred Ways, and More …

There’s a finely judged, difficult juggling balance –

Dreadful tension,

Joyful desperation,

Taste of tears and tide

Expectation’s edge of seat shivers –

In anticipation:

A thing of great value may be

Born of today and the past.

The past when I was a

Hundred ways, and more, different.

The place from which we ran together

Along the cowslip, wine and danger routes:

Each other’s silver-strand chains,

Constant, sometimes distant

Rock-mirror faces … then …

Now what?!

Well I’ll be damned …

The lightning strikes,

Long-waiting’s suddenly over;

Lights come on,

The hammer goes down and

Sniper rumour,  tiptoe doubt and

Evil jester’s sleight of hand

Are only  for the foolish sages

And the hesitant apes.

9/5/2013

Lime Lightning

Nemesis-1

Why wouldn’t it work?

To just keep, simply walking?

Walking away, perhaps,

from the Paradox Candles.

Walking towards, perhaps,

The Echo Doorway.

But always walking, with purpose

Just a little pace-and-a-half faster

Than mirror-crack Nemesis.

Wouldn’t it make us,

Keep us,

Less fatigued,

More alive,

If we tried?

Why wouldn’t it work?

 

 

Image: courtesy of www.atm.ox.ac.uk

21/4/2013

XH558

Once she climbed the

Devil’s Staircase,

For me, for you,

With heritage-proud

Power in her roaring voice.

Now, atomic bat,

Drifting gracefully

Into history.

 

Supreme silver tiger,

Aggressive aluminium angel;

Somewhere between now

And past high sky circles.

Quietly saving civilisation

Until we could, ungratefully,

Reject you.

 

21/8/2012

 

21/8/2012

It’s Not You.

You’re desperate: for freedom,

Space, something different?

Don’t whisper your secrets

Your desires to the thunder;

Thunder don’t listen.

It’s not you,

It’s not what you wish for –

It’s the thunder:

Thunder don’t do the

Listening thing.

 

Don’t look for help,

Don’t seek advice, alliance, empathy

In hope, in desperation;

Don’t pray to the lightning –

It’s not you,

In your time of need –

It’s the lightning:

Lightning don’t do reflection.

Lighting never does anything –

Twice!

 

4/5/2012