Poetry from 2013

07/10/13

Here are five poems that I wrote from January – June 2013. The themes include politics, love, intimacy, denial, growing up and relationships.

Bait

The east and west debate.


The plight caused by Mother

will see you used as bait,

from one to the other.

To get out of this state,

to get out of this cell,

the fires burden your fate,

burning brighter than Hell.

The east and west, sedate.


Don’t forget your brother!

You are bait for the state,

by the faults of Mother.

To get you out this late,

to break out of this shell,

each sight and sound of hate,

burn them brighter than Hell.

Greece

I see the child in you

We were baking in the sun

Hot stone and a deity

One gaze of the star

You wrapped over me

As the shadows were growing

On that freezing night

You carved marks in my belly

Nimble as monkeys

I wove you new skin

Could you throw me an arrow

I, of the unknown


Transience looms heavy

We, smoothened by the rough

Scoop up the honeycomb

Think muscles and bones

Could you hold all the pebbles

Extracting from blood

I return to sunlight

But you must stay young

Refractory

Deep in the refractory,

you were thick as a forest

and wet as the dew

that collects on the tip

of the few who lie gentle.

So, gentle are the few

made wetter by the dew

from the same mouth fueling fires.

Yet, sodden is the skin

but deeper lies the sin

drawn from the well of desires.

Deep in the refractory,

grew the fields and the meadows

and green was the blood

that collects on the tip

of the mud caking on my grin.

Those glances spinning gold

though our lives are growing old,

recall that same comfort at midnight.

You were open as the petals,

flower stretch around the metal

that fence, those barbs, that might.

Self-Cognition

The simple cares of a woman

with love deep as the bones.

It’s something to remember

as she slips you off her toes.




You wish for the thick sleep,

though you will never return

to that vacuum whence you came

with the mumbling hums inside.

You were baking in the oven

long, long before you knew

all that space between the bosoms

and those sour teats you’d reject.

You woke up at midnight,

with hot piss on your sheets

and the quiet of the house.

Not one woman on your mind.

As your time here slips away,

you wasted precious seconds.

Every time you dream, alone,

never a woman on your mind.

Sadly, you’ll always remember swimming in the lake,

such rich, deep darkness lurking in the waters.

Sadly, you’ll always remember the stains of the knuckles

and the teeth from the mouth that should have swallowed.

Son

I carry my son against me

Clutched, close, bosom

I feel his heart beating

Loved, life, throbbing

I’ve kept some time for him

Allocated hours of the day

I’ve kept some time for him

I love the hours of the day

Keep an eye on

Leave it open

Keep an eye on

My son, I carry against me

Bosom, clutched, close

His heart, I feel beating

Throbbing, life, loved

I’ve kept some time for him

Allocated hours of the day

I’ve kept some time for him

All of the hours of the day

Keep an eye on

Leave it open

Keep an eye on