Thursday, October 12, 2017

stalker girl

the new object of my affection 
makes the sound:
clunk clunk clunk thud oh fuuuuck

he broke his arm
red cast

it don't weigh him down
as he levitates 
flies 
falls
the invariable landing on the bad arm

i like to watch him fly
i like to watch him fall the best
the inevitable grace of it
it should teach me 
but i'm wondering about 
the hollow of his neck
the turn of his ear
the silence of breath

we watch him across the parking lot
close enough to be creepy
too far to be called out on it

his speed and his gravity
they both appeal


Wednesday, October 11, 2017

gaze aversion

my son stares past us all
not meeting our eyes

he was born to the dead
their eyes were on me
even as i laboured
they clung to his new skin
like vernix
and he absorbed them

at my breast
he eats past fullness
but his eyes are on his dead
he has no time for us
with our meal plans and rotas
he is fixed on higher things

they are whispering 
world truths in his ears
and dangling fascination for him
the like of which i do not ken






Tuesday, September 5, 2017

women weeping

give me strength
i begged
the strength of a woman,
weeping
one tear of your mother's grace
her fortitude in the dust

that is strength enough for me

to sob, 
wail, cry in the dirt
and know i am not first 
nor last 
of women weeping 


give me strength

Friday, July 21, 2017

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

haiku for Jesus

is the redemption of this corrupt body
through your blood
or my ink?

Thursday, April 20, 2017

haiku for yehuda amichai

what's the difference
between a poem of jerusalem
and a love poem?

Friday, April 14, 2017

the judgement

i wrap myself in the tatters of my spirit
and go uncovered before the assembly 
a harlot revealed in the presence of the elders
face black with the ashes of run kohl
are these the tears of shame or devastation?


"these are your sins
fornication & licentiousness 
adultery in heart and mind

you have burned yeast and honey
baked cakes to the lady
drunk the blood of beasts

you have laid, 
not only with husbands 
but with the lepers
and are known to kiss their sores

you have touched the red kite
and the cormorant 
the horned owl you have buried
and it flew again

your adulteries steeped 
in the blood of your womb
and you lay before gods 
of your own devising

you steal and lie 
in polyester dresses
and adorn your skin with ink
black as your own heart

furthermore, this a holy day
and still your heart seeks revenge
like water in the desert"


these are the sins,
and this is the judgement:

that by my filthied hands
the one i love is put to death

i cast the first stone and the last
from impure look to unclean deed
and by my stones is true love beaten down
inch by gasping bloody inch