you speak of truth
like someone had written it
on the back of your hand
I wish I could draw the galaxy there
so you would know truth
is not a set of words
but the space between
every cell and star
as they rest
Archive | April, 2011
you speak of truth (10 March 2011)
30 Apr
hurts (10 March 2011)
30 Apryou want to know what hurts me?
it’s those masks you wear
it is your definition of naked
it is the blinkers on your eyes
your rose-tinted glasses
it’s the number of veils you wear
and won’t let me lift
it’s the escaping out of your body
when I need you here
it’s not believing a lotus
can grow out of mud
What is my exile?
It is this!
death (09 March 2011)
30 Aprthe smell of death
like a still wind
like a southerly front
out at sea
encroaching
approaching
and the breadcrumbs
thrown to the seagulls
squawking
like it is a banquet
and the breadcrumbs
mean nothing
they’re just leftovers
closed (09 March 2011)
30 Aprheart stopping
seams ripping
a life is bigger
than all those
excuses
of not being together
my heart is too big
for all those No’s
view (22 March 2011)
27 Aprstatic waterfall
dance of plumage
white flowering
waiting
for the forest to take over
impermanence (21 April 2011)
26 AprChristchurch
it’s easy to see
when you pan out
impermanence
#
if a city can fall
a marriage can fail
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the sacred sites
were made of bricks
and they crumbled
when the earth stretched
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there are rocks
like castles
that house the new congregation
emptied (April 21 2011)
23 Aprlast night
my temple got emptied
pictures and figureheads
sacred and mundane
guidebooks, souvenirs
the cushioned seat
the writing paper
every dream
when the wind rushed in
it found only pipes
and organs
and a chant
a chant that spun
it spun the way the moon spins
the way a candle flickers
the way a group of woman call
and the wind stole that echo too
lifting it, lifting it
and my temple was empty of all sound
shifts (21 April 2011)
22 AprI turned up full
of sleeping butterflies
and one took flight
and another
and another
deep in my belly
the birds are flying
in my mind
and they have lost
the vast sonic space to navigate
the vast sonic space to hear
home
the whale that kept me company
can’t come up for air
and her calf
and her calf
lost her milk in a stormy
rocky bay
I am the poles shifting
true north
true south
they don’t exist like they once did
something broke
something spoke
I am the prickling rain clouds
I am the new dark moon
I am the moment before dawn
where rainbows don’t exist
where rainbows don’t exist
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