To all those I chanced upon in past realms I recall
every one of you, needless of effort as I hoard
your encounter within me completing the oeuvre
painting my essence, portraying my existence.
To you my kindergarten friend I … CONTINUE READING »
Creeping notes of pleasure
Seated at the candle-lit dinner table my
aural senses distracted by musicians neglect
the biographic monologue of the diner before me.
Feet impulsively impose their rhythmic behaviour
timidly beating the floor, improvised drums
silenced whilst nonchalantly looking elsewhere,
artless reaction … CONTINUE READING »
The Great Rock
I touched water yesterday white and cold,
purposely hardened by pugnaciously low
temperatures fighting to withhold
the solid fluid against a thieving star, roaring
sweltering rays to melt, moulded men
made of snow, as the girl grew disappointed
expecting whipped … CONTINUE READING »
Farewell Hugh
Grazin’ in the grass was mellow indeed
when you blew into your trumpet
blaring sounds of peace. What a trip!
Just watchin’ as the world goes past,
you used to say playing notes of jazz.
Music of resistance for a … CONTINUE READING »
Evanescing fear
Sombre footpaths dewed with vapours
of fear condensed I walked, petrified I
would lose command, my mind, my reason,
my reflection tormented by
a malfunctioning intellect never ceasing
to ponder. Myriads of thoughts I thought
would lead me to insanity … CONTINUE READING »
Watercourses
Primeval drops concealed
in meteorites cascading
on a coagulating planet
where temperatures dove,
just enough to hoard
the lymph gingerly forming
oceans springing life, birthing
after many million years
of labour humans, hiding
inside their beings composing
their bodies dooming,… CONTINUE READING »
Choking on passion
Deferral an insidious skulking mortal
born out of apathy where tenacity is held.
Creeps through nerves leaving trails
of poisonous narcotics, pulls on the strings
of a fragile brain.
Feeds on a grit in lethargy
mind desperately seeks to awake,… CONTINUE READING »
Words of inspiration
My dearest friend I retrieved my old
fountain pen today to pour, on canvas
note papers my doubts, feelings
of dire necessity for I, need of you a favour.
I confess I find myself confused, in the mist
of nothingness … CONTINUE READING »
Love to me
I will be born in fourteen hours
thirty-seven years ago,
from the labour of my mother
into Doctor Lucatelli’s hands.
How could I have known or did I
the amazing wondrous life reserved,
the privileges in store the blessing
of … CONTINUE READING »
Calling David
This is ground control
I sneaked in to give you a call,
it’s been a while and I yet wonder
are you still floating ‘round your tin can?
Since you launched in sixty-nine
not much has changed on planet Earth,… CONTINUE READING »