In the catacomb of my home

I sift as a sparrow by claw

and beak and flutter.

Even the rarest scroll crumbles

in time but the best lines

from the first to assymetry, sing

a better tune than today.

 Scorched from the waves of daylight

In long hand I read my… Read full post »

Close by a small streamlet

in wet marshy ground

a pilot ejects

his flaccid body is found

And he had a premonition

of his very own death.

It was on one crackling autumnal night

as  he was out carousing

a drunk golden monkey 

striking up firecrackers

and emblazoned effigies

of… Read full post »

Hari-Kari inchoate

entrailed boy lies in wait

a body turned inside out

"More light" he screeched

against the cruelest way to die.

The way of the Samurai. 

He believed

his mother had betrayed him

delivered him deformed as

a gossamer egg stamped and stomped on.

Our Lady of Pain

Our… Read full post »

"And Saul arose from earth; and when his eyes opened, he saw nothing, and they led him by the hand and brought him to Damascus." Acts 9:3-9

Syrian Scaramouch

stabs a writing

then a part of the face

scribbler out of many thousand names

hunting his chief occupation

but he's got… Read full post »

Picture me

Father Supreme

Who dispatched Caligula one winter's day?

No love, just feathered duck

to dine on me his misery.

Jackboots and that look

which sent the hounds ascatter

splintered spoils  of his war of poverty

 on me

brown headed babes as bombs,

all eight of his servants refused to… Read full post »

O the alms of passions that

led us to seize a squat* that summer day.

For it was July rain in a coloured mist.

And like that musty shelter of a squat,

we were piss-poor with full bladders and the squat seemed

like a perfect alley-way drop. 

But there was… Read full post »

Copper mews flat

thats where you reside

a lad licking whiskey

from a golden goblet of enemies.

Cranberry cheeks, you say

"Face me and you may enter."

Let your tongue roll over all

the superb cuisine

of my mouth

Taste it young man!

Or do you propose

to bootleg it to the sea… Read full post »

Trounced and frounced as I am

too much of a spiritual catastrophe 

for even a little boy

to hide  with me

in the attic

hunting evil

even the kitchen floor is a mystery

shaded with the ruins

of my pale career

my private lives, my private lies

Please… Read full post »

For J. A.

I praise you

for what is not allowed,

not anyhow

even your name is art. 

That shaded horse you rode

accountable to no isle means

You're an Irregular.

Phantom cloaks became your lexicon

then a gloomy romance

or was it one, two, three?

took possession of… Read full post »

wordls fell out in smoke concentrics

kohl on his  lids

He told me asteroid Eastern ambitions

"Mummy, alchemy, algebra, alkali, almanac

were strange conclusions the Arabs granted us

by habiting the hot zones

where men are called sensual and cruel. 

Aha that's the painting

of climate upon ch… Read full post »

wordls fell out in smoke concentrics

kohl on his  lids

He told me asteroid Eastern ambitions

"Mummy, alchemy, algebra, alkali, almanac

were strange conclusions the Arabs granted us

by habiting the hot zones

where men are called sensual and cruel. 

Aha that's the painting

of climate upon ch… Read full post »

He curdled the milk

of his own wife's breast

Ding-dong all children gone

He made me a barren squaw

And he did it with pleasure

I've lost the simplest notes

leather volumes choked on the dust

A full yellow balloon drifts down

now my shadowed days

Three children on a Harlequin's… Read full post »

He said to Mother that he loved me still

but his sorrow was barricaded

in the middle of the walls of Capernaum

A mountain of sand

No postman could penetrate

with epistles or songs of rue and

forgiveness.

I remember, I remember

 his sadism first

how I was lost… Read full post »

I wanted to sleep

but Papa poured me dreams

of white Polack nuns

in prayer or in screams

Sister Veronica or Mary Alexander

"Come quickly raise the coloured boys

It is the hour for their beating

and negroes are broken toys."

Papa you always wore flannel

next to… Read full post »

A razzle of his blues

obliquity of vision

signet of sinless

gold vanquished swimming

I offered him sin

Oh yes here my love

For I am a witch

I will trick you with

Orientalist reverie

A Sibyl, a fairy, so sprite you may flee

to Lake Brimstone

and gaze at my… Read full post »

I

Locke sank into a swoon;

The Garden died;

God took the spinning-jenny

Out of his side.

II

Where got I that truth?

Out of a medium's mouth.

Out of nothing it came.

Out of the forest loom

Out of dark night where I lay

The crowns of Nineveh.

W.B. Yeats … Read full post »