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!

Across

The words she seems

To set down so effortlessly

Sing to my soul across distances –

Geographical, cultural and temporal –

Arrowing across

The ether wastes

Like a coming-home smile.

 

9/7/2013

Ancient …

Ancient are the

Roots that run long

And unseen

In the lines and

Coloured sky patches.

 

Essential are they,

For they calm my

Fed-by-sunrise spirit.

 

Eternal are the

Rivers that roar silently

And  star-voice deep

Below mountain crests,

Between midnight crusts.

 

Essential are they,

 For they feed my

Calmed-by-sunset soul.

 

28/4/2013

The Timefall Changes

Feeling the timefall changes

Blowing in the fresh old winds;

The insistent gravity pull and

Push of generation.

What do I want most:

Woodpecker or web?

I have fierce deep roots,

Of which – push me –

I can be aggressively proud;

And experiences have forged badges

Pinned to the fabric of my life.

But my soul has never

Blindly carried a flag.

16/11/2012

The Violet Distance

In the violet distance

Sand eats the sun again;

Soon cold-rock peace

Will settle horizon’s disputes.

Bad-company hero

Told me (years ago)

The sky is burnin’.

I believe – in this

Desert land of faiths –

I begin to understand.

A little bit of desolation

Is desirable on

Access Action Strasse … and

Some minutes with angels

Will weave silk

For the soul.

 

14/10/2012