A light in the night (poem of mine)

You are Valium to me
An ease on the lips
And the hips
And the smooth swing of comfort
Ease me
Undo
Undo.
Storms creak
Beams tighten
And minds sway like
Ships in the night.
A touch of the lantern
Some thoughts of you
And pink lips
And darkness.
I do not like to leave late at night.
Let me stay
Let me stay
Let me stay.
A ship sways
Light folds on the horizon
A memory
A memory
A light
A light
Eyes and hands
Unfold
Unfold
A light in the night,
A light in the night.

I remember (poem of mine)

I remember the rush of the air

The sense of death

was so alive

in the pulses

surrounding me

I think I died many times

before I was here

and the palpability

of loss

and regret

as thick

as the wish

on my lips.

A full moon

and black, black

air

a hand on mine

in the night

I meet your eye.

Do not deceive me

black

black night.

Opaque

As I was

surrounded by your smog

to breathe

was a dream.

I lay untouched

in my fort,

smothered.

Do not touch me.

I remember

I remember

the air as thick as burning timber

And to breathe,

Like a dream,

your hand on mine

A dream,

A dream,

A dream.

 

Sick of sense (poem of mine)

I do not know my self
The one who salutes me
As a shadow
At the foot of my bed.

You,
Dark, dark creature,
Who sucks the daylight from my pores
Who steals the moonshine
That coats my floors.

The moon,
The sick, sick, moon.
The marble, sugary,
White
Green
Blue.

I do not know my self
The one who stands
At the foot of the bed
Who breathes the sweet air?
Who sleeps with my dreams?

Trespass (poem of mine)

“Do you realise,
You are very ill”
The question flickered
A little
Inside
There we were
Like caged moths
Buzzing at the bulbs
In the empty corridors
Oval faces
Partly obscured
Behind
The cloudy white
Of the window panes.
Secure,
Security,
Extra secure.
“Can I have a drink?”
2 hours later
Isolation sets in,
Frustration
Thirst creeps at the
Back of my throat.
Alarms
Scream in a never ending
Tinnitus
And I intrude
On doorways filled with
Flailing limbs
And hovering
hypodermics.
The rubbery blue
Of the awaiting mattress
Holds your face in that
Stone
Cold
Sleep.
Palsy hands
Jangle bunches,
Branches of
Metal clunks
Punctuate
The days
Many pauses
Flashlight beams
Illuminate a foggy,
Dense sleep.
I dream of overturning
The churning
Is no help.
Trapped
In this little city
Of trespassers.

Take a drink (poem of mine)

Give me these hands of hope
Let me see
These palms
Turned open
Let me see a shyness
Dissolve like a dye –

Disaster will follow
I took the warnings on my shoulders,
The mornings on my conscience
Padded with good lucks
Trembling with the good will.

Sometimes
It is too clear
And memories march
Through memories
Pain tingles
As a sensation
Unknown
Peculiarly
Elusive
Peculiarly
Alive.

“Take a drink” he said,
And I
Feeble
Obeyed,
Disobeyed
Swung between the two,
My polarities
Head-locked,
Obtrusive.

I don’t want my eyes open (poem of mine)

I don’t want my eyes open
I want the black dreams
The jittery
Reminiscence
I want the revelation
Of turning clouds
And pale skies
That drown like
Ghosts in the light.

I don’t want my eyes open,
I want peace
Like a plain sheet
And a window propped
To an outside chorus
And a mind as clear
As a blue day.

I don’t want my eyes open
To feel my stomach churn
Head burning with conversation
The friction
Of the daily grind.
I don’t want
My eyes open.

Girl I will never see again (poem of mine)

She was beauty’s muse,
I saw her once
Alone in a cafe,
Elbows propped
At crooked angles,
The soft trail of a jaw bone
Framed with a curl at the neck.
I felt as if,
My bones had ruptured,
Legs gave way
At the knee,
And feet turned webbed
On the wet cement.

I asked her once
Or twice
In my head
If I could take a seat,
We turned pages of books
Like wind turns leaves on an Autumn day
And I felt the brush of her wrist,
Soft as a newborn lamb,
And the warm glow
Of the brown tinder in her eye,
Glowed at the hearth inside me.

I asked her once,
Or twice
In my head
If I could take a seat,
And I watched myself,
Walk on by,
A turned face,
Turned down
Against the oncoming rain.