Diving
Hanging in the air
Michael
Song for one
Prophets and priests
Monday, August 4, 2014
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Yes
if you only say her name
she'll ditch these sailor boys
they will not hear her
when she says
yes
into the radio
1 000 years now
she's been trying
to skirt the ice
a mission to antartica
all sailor boys get lost
she sits in the
bathroom
she stares at the
wall
her thoughts
they slip like
fingers
she'll ditch these sailor boys
they will not hear her
when she says
yes
into the radio
1 000 years now
she's been trying
to skirt the ice
a mission to antartica
all sailor boys get lost
she sits in the
bathroom
she stares at the
wall
her thoughts
they slip like
fingers
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Firebird
Flames turn my skin
Into feathers
Only in dreams
Only for my dragon
And life is a miracle
When we were us, so long ago
Shape shift
Arc of your lips
Your flames
My dragon
A Strange music
Your thoughts
I always loved
How they would float
Like words
Like a healing
A golden line
Breathe your fire
Dragon
Let me fly
Into feathers
Only in dreams
Only for my dragon
And life is a miracle
When we were us, so long ago
Shape shift
Arc of your lips
Your flames
My dragon
A Strange music
Your thoughts
I always loved
How they would float
Like words
Like a healing
A golden line
Breathe your fire
Dragon
Let me fly
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Your rooms
all the places of our youth
will now stay with us
forever
every road we walk
will seem like another
deeper road
the reflections of our faces
in glasses and in windows
will cause us great harm
we will not escape our youth
our mouths will remain empty
our hands will touch
yet touch nothing
space will leak from our eyes
we will have forgotten why
we were lucky
our bodies will betray us
with a longing
we will not be able to speak of it
to anyone
you will never cry in public
there will be no indiscretion
in the privacy of your rooms
I will be unable to stay in rooms
because you do not cry in them
because they mean everything
to you
will now stay with us
forever
every road we walk
will seem like another
deeper road
the reflections of our faces
in glasses and in windows
will cause us great harm
we will not escape our youth
our mouths will remain empty
our hands will touch
yet touch nothing
space will leak from our eyes
we will have forgotten why
we were lucky
our bodies will betray us
with a longing
we will not be able to speak of it
to anyone
you will never cry in public
there will be no indiscretion
in the privacy of your rooms
I will be unable to stay in rooms
because you do not cry in them
because they mean everything
to you
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Longing
How fickle is the human heart
And how does passion
Long for itself
Eyes spark
Hearts quiver
Heat explodes a cold star
Fading into nothingness
All the love in the world
Is but a nerve ending
on the fingertip of God
If body that centre can be called
And if eyes
Make the sound of sight
And if everything that is lost
Can be found
Recovered
And how does passion
Long for itself
Eyes spark
Hearts quiver
Heat explodes a cold star
Fading into nothingness
All the love in the world
Is but a nerve ending
on the fingertip of God
If body that centre can be called
And if eyes
Make the sound of sight
And if everything that is lost
Can be found
Recovered
Monday, November 19, 2007
A History of Unintended Violence (Metamorphosis)
I
he doesn't realise he's pushing
past a vortex with his skin intact
mistakes Melpomene for Calliope
II
his love a star a light that illuminates
eyelashes on cheeks wounded birds in the road
swept aside by a scorching trajectory
III
the impact does not the surface stir
her hades as thirsty as ground
she swallows a single drop of blood
he doesn't realise he's pushing
past a vortex with his skin intact
mistakes Melpomene for Calliope
II
his love a star a light that illuminates
eyelashes on cheeks wounded birds in the road
swept aside by a scorching trajectory
III
the impact does not the surface stir
her hades as thirsty as ground
she swallows a single drop of blood
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