A thousand pieces sorted
of Dali on my tea table.
A melting watch ticking
the time of hours gone by
losing sight, concentrating
on the minutest detail,
a shape, a colour, a nuance,
entrancing as the oeuvre
deviously takes possession… CONTINUE READING »
My, I miss you
Incessant musings of you compel me
to cease attempts of drawing our bond
to a close inevitably only reminiscing
your coquettish simper, manic gaze, the depth
of your unhinged voice as you theatrically recited
a brilliant rendition of the divine, … CONTINUE READING »
A reason to muteness
Wallowing in rolling under the covers
only very slowly awaking from slumbers,
half way between Morpheus and Aletheia
my eyes were still closed when the first
thought of you crawled into the warmth
of my morning bed. Serendipitous encounter
forged … CONTINUE READING »
Illusions of silence
Praising silence delusional pagans
interpret perception of finite senses
fabricating concepts outlawed by reality,
as sounds audible and imperceptible
travel through mediums elastic and viscous,
eardrums capture peculiar waves of pressure
whilst bodies distinguish pulsating tremors.
What a prodigy! The … CONTINUE READING »
Bathing rhapsody
Eyes dimmed by calicanto vapours find
ecstasy in blurs as sandalwood scents arise
from burning candles, melding to provoke
an original entrancing redolence, a fay’s
potion delicately sending me into raptures.
Cocooned in the crystalline aqueous lymph
nakedness allows fondling … CONTINUE READING »
To all those I chanced upon
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 »