More Than Disconnected

There he was –

And here he still is –

Pride-blind stubborn man,

Reaching for the silver,

Expecting the love.

There we were –

Here we are still –

Though far more than disconnected;

Well past dislocated dysfunctional:

Bitter-orphan diversities.

Pretending not to listen,

Not to care.

The big casino simply

Wasn’t room enough.

Neighbour

He’s choppin’ at the strings

With intelligent-blues hands

Swappin’ up words ’bout

Love, the Devil and autumn

But beneath all the fury –

Raised voice, clenched fist;

Beyond the witch-gypsy mask

He still picks vegetables for

The local church harvest.

Because You Kept It

Feels like the frustrated fury of
Fifty thousand hearts
Fizzing, crackling and buzzing
Like acid hornets in the
Haunted, sulphur-walled  canyons
Of my ringing mind.
I am here, by
Longest days flame.
You are not, and
Echoes of all that street thunder
Going round in circles.
Your absence stings.
You were wise enough to know
It was time to finish
Long before I ever did;
But you said nothing,
Gave no sign,
And, while I hate you
For your silence
I also love you all the more
Because you kept it.

 

21/6/2013