dimanche

~ TIP TAPPING




    Cool spring
    On a silver stone


vendredi

~ INTIMACY



    A glissando
    Of gossamer dreams
    Gliding
    Through internecine
    Tenderness




jeudi

~ VIOLATION

Against child abuse



    Smears
    Of Blood
    At the end
    Of the rainbow




~ THE RIGGER




    Rigging
    My life
    With necessity
    For others
    Whilst
    You stand
    Alone.




lundi

~ PUPA



    I laugh
    At the chrysalis
    Of hope
    In my mind's
    Eye





samedi

~ PERDIDO



    Tantamount
    To my wrath
    Is
    The kiss
    I missed.




vendredi

~ PARTING




    On a train
    the vagueness
    of loss
    fills my sorrow




jeudi

~ ASCERTAIN



    Grabbing
    The niche of comfort,
    Sympathy
    Bares the nerves
    And reveals
    The true condition.




~ KICKING FAMINE *



    Out of breath
    in the breadth
    of my hunger
    for bread.





* African Hymn.


~ CALISTHENICS



    Pushing
    My hand
    Onto the beam
    In your eye
    And chanting.




~ CONNECTING THE DOTS




    Interconnectedness
    Joining at
    Conjunctures
    With open
    Palms
    Slapping




~ PERISTALSIS




    A thorn
    In the backside
    Feeling a lancination
    In the depths of
    The mesenteric
    Rectum:
    Peristalsis supreme.




~ FALSE




    My love
    Is lost
    And I cry but for one
    Sameness
    In resolution of the
    Passing wind




~ Pánta reî kai ouden meneî *




    Panta rei
    Flows away
    Cannot say
    Where

    And more to come







* From Heraclitus:
...Those rivers one steps into are not the same. Other and yet other waters keep flowing on. Into the same rivers we step and yet we do not step, we exist and at the same time we do not exist... after all, one does not step into the same river twice. Waters disperse and come together again ... they keep flowing on and flowing away... in the end, there is only flux, everything gives way.
Everything is in flux and nothing abides,
Everything flows and nothing stays fixed,
Everything is constantly changing and nothing stays the same...

mercredi

~ CAMPS



    Concentrated screams
    Made silent
    By the putrid smoke
    Of burning flesh
    In the ovens
    Of Gomorrah.




mardi

~ TEARING




    Tears
    Of blood
    On my punctured
    Face:
    Singing
    Love.







... a Holy Image? The face of a dying God?
You picture it...

dimanche

~ DIERESIS




    The glissando
    Of my tongue
    On your
    Strawberry
    Nipples.





samedi

~ MALAISE




    Malaise
    Is the melancholy
    Of memories
    Lost
    In the heart
    Of things.




vendredi

~ TRAVELLER




    A sentimental journey
    In the shadow
    Of my desperation.




jeudi

~ ARILS




    Spiced
    With Pomegranate
    Between
    The larvae
    Of my arillate
    Genius.




mercredi

~ COVET




    Sanctimonious
    White sepulchre
    Of greed
    Roars.














Emily Dickinson's axiom
Emily Dickinson's Axiom...