Unfinished

Triangle:
Free, we're three -
you and me.

You, when you're 'you'
and I, when I'm 'me'
are only us, some degree.

And at times we climb
the pole of oneness,
a triangle to be.

Then we slip,
slip away, again
into ourselves.

Never a Story

What was it about his eye -
an eye but a tomb?
Beckoning, then thwarting
that 'life' about me,
he only let death
in his room.

Gore.
I saw him leak a colour
one night.
He almost touched me
with the eye.
Naked,
but for that stain about me -
I crawled out of sight.

He followed me
to my mind,
Love and Doom.
Red,
I ran away,
away from the gloom.

I keep the stain today -
I am a book that has been read.
But for my invisible nudity,
Gentlemen, I am dead.

Beholder and More

Perched on my face, these two pacific birds -
your eyes sit on me, a new awareness...
a gaze that sculpts me and catapults words;
a look that's poetry, a freeing harness.

You gather me an autumn memory -
I'm thousand maple leaves that take refuge
in this road to self – discovery,
you create, and I, ‘become’ the deluge.

Two beaks that undo the limits to skies -
where are you taking me, lovely light?
Is this the ‘beyond’ where you found your eyes?
I feel… feel almost beautiful tonight.

Hope you won’t abandon the nest you create
…and then to territories new migrate.

One Love

I, who worked him into a sculpture
of perfection; carving him an inch every night -
I, who tossed a fish at his sight -
had only wanted to be worshipped.
In my being a worshipper, I was,
I was it. And I was.
And then I threw this sculpture from a height:
I was scared of love.

Broken, it lay abandoned
but for the vulture on the top -
What was it? Who was it?
I reduced him to a vulture next,
a vulgar appetite, 
scavenging what might
have become love.

Apart

Who put this decimal between our names -
so close and yet you're high above me.
Destiny and all its vicious games -
you despise me because you love me!

Life is nothing but a dismal plan
unfolding like it's being undone by fire.
Although I'm doing whatever I can
I know now that I cannot climb higher.

Wisdom is the dot that does us apart -
you reject me because you need me.
I am reduced to a clot in your heart
you want me gone because you bleed me.

Distracted the clouds, build a skyline -
we never meet; you are never 'mine'.

Wheel

All they need is a hole that rolls -
a wheel isn't a mind.
...a wheel to 'wagon' their lives;
design for design.

A hole they can control,
emptiness that may be contained -
a circle they may unravel
and stretch into a line.

A device running clandestine,
a replaceable existence -
all they need is a hole that rolls,
a man but a turbine.

And when he dies of rot
or because he 'thought' -
the tables are turned:
the wagon stops.

The wagon stops.
Suddenly 'it's time'.

Vamp

The window glass
captured a different constellation
this time -
a new arrangement
in my fish net.
Things looked promising.

And then I recalled
our naive discourse from years ago,
routed it back to my heart
and coiled on top of it
like a guardian snake.

Before I knew it,
I'd drawn the black curtain
on the starry window.

I said to myself:
I don't want to have
anything to do with the stars!
Old memories,
can they be undone by new promises?

If I may guard what 'was',
I will do it with the might
of a fierce serpent.
Yes, I will!