PLATEAUS

No respector of hue
the sky opens
to all of God's creation

thunder rings to all alike
poorest of the rich
and blondest of geeks

though sojourners
into the future we may be
our feetpaths point backwards
in this law of opposites

backwards and forwards
in constant  antagonisms

or is this a return to the future?

 © July 2013

BODY OF CHRIST

we chase in haste
the fleeting aromas of life
we strive to conform
in a world in need of reforms

but who are you to judge
the living or the dead

yet morality hangs by a noose
as guardians dance away
in earthly purgatories

we swing and sway
sway and sashay
in the rhythmic cries
of suffocated humanness

we are holding hands
we are holding breathe
we are waiting to exhale

in the end
only life matters.

 © July 2013

RITUALS

Listening to the sound of silence
enchanted by the thick weight
of a subsuming darkness

when you stood still and then danced bare
on the sandy lakeshores of Nam Lolwe
(and no
you are not a strip tease artist)

i couldn't step into
these silences you created for me

is there victory in stillness
and conquest in defeat

and why are you on fire?
again?

 © June 2013

CARNIVORE

If you were a favourite diner
would you carry me in your menu

if a bird you were to be
would you let i ride
underneath those your furry wings
to that place so eternal

so if you were a maissonette
would you let me sit on this your patio
my bare butts in celebrated communion
or will you let me lay prostrate
on these your concrete haunches

and if a river you became
would you let my hardy canoe slip slide and slither
through your untested clefts
sliding and slipping through the soft rocks
of your riverine walls

would you let me emerge victorius
on the other side of this one way tunnel?

but you are a volcano
dormant and active at the same go
only erupting at the right touch

boom-didi-boom!

© June 2013

THINGS THAT HAPPEN ONLY ONCE

i have touched the stars

no need for the chasing of fireflies

 

i have seen the star

no more desire for orbiting suns

 

i have kissed the bride

and licked the lime

of surrendered liberties

am grown and gowned

© February 2013