Space to Talk

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Brother Little Rat and I

Crouching in the red line zone,

Close – but not enough –

To a place that, in fevered times,

We know as home.

At our backs a cooling wind;

First hint that summer is leavin’.

Behind glass-and-glass security

Business cats with dispassionate smiles

Have space to talk about making more space.

Sailing loose and far above,

Eastern dragon-god’s big-eye moon

Sees it all, grins happily

And dips playfully behind

A thin curtain of cloud.

Loki’s Stove

Honey-tongued Loki,
Dark-feather father of
Deceit, mischief and evasion
Has been stokin’ his summer,
Drum –sin, tense-skin stove.
Dry, death-beckon dust,
Recalls the terrible, gong-ring thunder
Of the last Ragnorak
That saddest of conflicts:
Bloody faith turning in
On its own convictions:
Tearing believers to gibbering shells.
High, hold-heaven skies
Understand the difference between
Axeman, innocent and chorister;
Know that shelter is promised to none
And that survival is no guarantee of sanity.

12/7/2013

Where Sails …

moon

Where sails the moon this evening?

For it must be she: patient,

One-eyed queen and governess

Of summer heavens …

That fills the woodbine bugle

With warm narcotics that

Hypnotise and bewilder

Moths and mortals.

This timekeeper and turner

Of tides and histories

Has lessons for all who know

How to give attention;

Focus on her sky screen scribbles:

Learn of circles, times and joys,

Faces that change, masks that

Mean all and nothing,

Secrets that aren’t,

Dreams that should be,

Power in doubt and doubt in power.

Concentrate, my friend, for your

Life will be the test.

 

12/7/2013

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