NIGHT OWL

The skyline recedes into safety
In the land of the living dead
Where bittersweet memories
Inconvenient truths
And guilty streams
Must now mingle
With strategic forgetfulness
And a generously forgiving heart
If only for your survival
To halt conspicuous weight loss
Secure for you a temporary return to sanity

To sleep when awake
You walk the night in bowed head
Counting nightbirds
In their glowing wings in the dark
Is it a dream or a nightmare
Reality or actuality

Crisscrossing the streets
You search for answers to questions
Only yesterday
You never thought possible
And now,
You stand still, again
Absent-mindedness in a daze
Compelled only to a rampant denial
of imagined realities

You sit and sigh
The trees nod in acceptance
The wind
The wind begins the torture, again.
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And when suddenly
All the battle is done
And I am bloody and sweaty
I'll look up into the open skies
    my benediction to declare
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And suddenly you realise From a thin ray of light
Yes I can
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...for i too
am a child of the gods
needing their love against the odds
should i now not take a deserved rest
assured of life's greatest desires
or should i dance upon the mangled wreck
       of Jericho's collapsed walls?

ETERNITY

Life is full
Of seasonal rivers
Best laid plans
Lay scattered beneath
The feet of cruel goddesses

Humanity diligently
Searches for an elusive perfection
Yet the lucky few
Now know the joy of clawing at the air

Searching ... Grasping ... Hoping
Naively holding on
To pieces of expired
Promissory notes

Divided attention
Shared affection
And illicit submissions

And Eternity? ... Forever?
And Milele?
Here.
Now.
In this space,
Eternity remains
But an oxymoron

DRESS UP SIZ

I saw through the paper towels
You often wore to special occasions
The handkerchief of a top
Barely covered your heavenly
    Essentials

I saw through the covered nakedness
    Of your tempting resources
Standing here, sitting here,
Carelessly jumping over there

The bell
It must have rung
Just before you could finish

Or did the wardrobe get burnt
Perhaps forced out by a fire
Now you walk the streets naked
In the midst of imaginary sirens

For I see no approaching fire engines
Or plumes of rising smoke
Nor the acrid smell of burning matter
Just your justified insanity
And refusal to cover up
Your heavenly essentials!

AT THE METRO

Two cans in my couch
And I still am restless
Its Saturday
My legs want out
My head wants out too

The allure of Metro beckons
The attraction intoxicating
My legs begin to wobble

I must go now
I succumb, ungladly so I think
Called back to the organized
    Noise of the Metro
Called back to the jazz night
Or is it Interstellar Funkateers
I must oblige
Go now I must
Akuma Reggae band too
They too lay claim to my soul
Positively tormented i am
Go now son, go!