For Chagall

 

First there were witch-spread rumours of rain

But the long dry draft-drought season suffocated hope

With implacable anaconda-authority’s inexorable ambush certainty.

Mists and histories damped the Spanish moss with lies of dew

An’, breathin’ in your East Side words,

I am twice-stung and damned by those who would, in plain sight,

Kill justice; Denying that fought-for-years-ago oxygen fix of transparency.

While the businessman bully-crow skulks and squawks is venom in

Underground white house towers and no-cause cowards, behind the noble,

Take what was never theirs (Just because they can).

That same old conquistador wind stirs yesterday’s virus words,

Poison papers, embers and echoes of songs about cane on the Brazos .

 

And when I needed a prophet, a word, a dance, a beer

When I needed comfort, the truth, an ear …

 

… And I – no longer supposed to take the knee –

Am struggling for tomorrow’s freedom-air.

Dawn Raid

magpie1

Posturing, posing, taking possession –

Of your spaces, of your senses –

Pompous popinjay bounce ‘n’ bob aggression, intimidation.

Vicious corvid nation’s screaming confrontation,

Action is reaction,

Aerial, balance and counter lamentation.

Quiet-for-not-a-moment,

Not for an in-breath:

Harsh, dry fire machine-gun chatter is

In your skies, in your ears:

Bibbed, tuckered harlequin lobbyists

Refusing to take no for an answer;

“An inch? Not enough,

A yard is better but we need more!”

Dark-feather banners,

Be-damned demands, threats and refusal’s echoes,

Dog-fight bluff and communication concentration.

Territorial gunfighter-time, serious dispute

Limits and boundaries to maintain, refute.

A military versus terrorist resolution matter.

Arrogant challenge, wing-tip spin, dodge and wheel.

“Do not back down, do not agree, don’t deal!”

Draw the thin air,

Breeding zone, feeding drone

Spiteful Valkyrie battle lines:

Risk the noise of black and white fines.

Aggressive, assertive we-have-rights ridge tile invaders;

Usurpers, hungry chancers, challengers, dividers.

Out for mischief, Out for kidnap, extortion,

The good of the tribe.

Cast your pirate council vote:

Dapper-democracy magpie parliament

Or dark-as-Bible-cover

Murder of crows

Government?

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12/4/2013

What You Ought To Value

Silver ribbons

That were once rain –

Are following their

Liquid grace race,

With moon-fuelled,

Rune-serpent weight;

Throwing Thor and

Theory curves at

Gargoyle rocks,

Calendar dreams

And bleeding-wish seas.

Reflection is a path

Mortals may dare,

But read the caveat

Before you risk

What you ought to value:

Satisfaction is, necessarily, elusive;

Ignorance can be

Genuine bliss.

20/12/2012

December is …

.. a sturdy-looking bridge,

Promising support and safe passage

To further sanctuary bank,

But trips you with secret ice traps,

Throws you down and

Chills your heart and soul …

 

… a magnificent horizon-wide bonfire:

Wholesome company, delightful magic and

Warm soup camaraderie –

All long gone by the time you get there:

Just the distant mocking stars

Looking down, sneering…

 

… a fierce-barbed fence, you knew

Had to be there, but which surprised you, anyway;

Bringing you up sharply,

Making you pause to think,

Forcing decision’s risky dice throws:

Go back?

Climb over?

Go round?

 

… a frameless window with high, wide views

That, while you watch,

Becomes a mirror:

Throws you back,

Unexpectedly, violently

Against yourself …

 

… a one way, northbound nose bleed ticket

For deck space on a dark-light

Iceberg clipper, heading for the

January border, so near, yet so far away.

Sleep well skipper;

Fare well fellow passengers,

We’re all in this together.

 

30/11/2012