Blinding Light

She walks in a yellow field, blinded by the light
Of whispering damsels and dancing flies;
And all that's best and all that's bright
Colour her breath and cloud her eyes:
Combing through that yellow'd light
Which day to starless night denies.
A ghostly horde, of flightless bees,
A honeyed dew on a silent town
The Windless heart of sentried trees,
The stagnant girth of an A-Line gown;
Where an impure thought softly flees
Woman scorned has lost her frown.

Wooded Spot

We walked, we talked
Her lips glistened with our concussion
Her hips swaying in the breeze
I laughed, she laughed
My mind meandered
She told me I was a tease
We reached a canopied-spot
We collided with the grass
To Stain our troubled knees

                                            That Day

                               In death we unite our futile plight;
                              Oh, spirit of heaven; if thou art just
                              Why hast thou sentenced our bodies to dust?
                              Why? As the maggots eat from our brain
                              Our rotting bodies deliberately insane
                              Why? For we were happy that day,
                              Why did you not leave us that way?

The Medusa Touch

From the ocean of gods

Three hideous creatures arose,

Strands of serpent like hair

Ran down to their toes

A thousand monotheistic melodies

Played with a curdled- drone,

Drink my blood subordinates;

And Fly the Ericthonius Zone

Take the golden-handshake

The word has been spread,

Whatever strand you follow

You follow the same thread

Make a deal with the doctrine

Tell-tales of miraculous deed;

Close your eyes now

And consider you’re freed

In thanks for the freedom

You have unknowingly found,

Turn up the volume;

Remember the sound

You now have your passport

Your voice and your dress,

But always remember

To weakly confess

Behead your captives,

Call out their name,

Persecute and torture,

You are completely insane

You have forgiveness,

You are part of the clone,

You have relinquished your heart,

You have turned into stone

                                                  The Grapefruit

                                           I know the grapefruit well
                                          It occupies my breakfast table;
                                          After listening to my endless wit
                                         It switches off while I make a meal of it

                                         Yellow ice-capped segments
                                         Tantilise the tastebuds of my spoon
                                         I'd like to be the grapefruit;
                                         If I were not the moon

                                                        Encounter

                                                 As our flesh encounters
                                                 And our weary bones unite
                                                 We both know that often
                                                  Is not as often as it might

                                                The clock strikes one now
                                                And the broken-bond withdraws,
                                                A once familiar act of love,
                                               Now used to cleanse our pores

                                               As the morning mist encounters
                                               Dispersing-droplets on our parts
                                               Our minds may be forgiven
                                                For the dampness in our hearts