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!

Discovery

Two in the neighbourhood,

create love -

a clumsy bomb, worked above

the battered tiles

of reality.

A wire here, a knot there -

their love is the antenna

that works sometimes...

...rain or no rain.

Their singsong snores,

an explosion that illuminates my nights -

I lie awake.

I lie awake for my ears to see

the surreal; the 'discovery'.

Implosion

The two of us succumb to the ether -
pursued, he tells me, "Flow isn't a tether."
He, who had found me, by finding me not,
forgets, he bound me by binding me not.

So, here I swirl, an invisible thread;
I sail a curl, unsettled on the bed -
the night unfurls, a black flag on the sky -
we collide; he says, "Don't question 'why'."

"More?", I ask, "You'd touch me any further?"
Deep... and deep could not get any worser.
"Oneness", he says, "merge, unite, come and stay."
I shudder and weep; I can't walk away.

And implode thus, the flame and the feather -
the two of us... succumb to the ether.

I Whistle to Birds

I whistle to birds -
my breaths are caught
in a new rhythm.

What of my words?
I believe they've gone,
gone with him?

Golden footprints
I leave behind;
he's sculpting me a fire.

I long to be heard,
as I flow a muteness -
there's something within.

I whistle to birds -
my breaths are caught
in a new rhythm.