Winter Haiku
The courtyard is quiet,
Urinating at midnight;
the moon is laughing.
Interrogators Lamp
So sad, to see the moon,
come calling at the curtains edge.
And you as you always used to be-
still soundless asleep in peace.
The lunar lamp lies waiting,
like the worlds watching weary glare.
The trained and tireless interrogators lamp;
Never too far, never too near.
Spring Came...
Spring came. With clothes of winter still
wrapped round me, I walk to the bus.
Growing craftier everyday
to a world on it's hinges.
The noise and wind work at the nerve,
I only have to look at my jacket
and I became melancholy.
I only have to speak of shoes and
I weep. The misunderstood nature
of conflict swallows the worlds truth
with dogs decorum for concern.
Working everyday wears at the
immunity like a pair of
shoes; you can repair the lace
and heel but when the sole gives out-
it's over.
Like A Stranger Bringing Bad News
Too many mornings dressing in darkness;
The heart heals over in woe, grows cold and dies,
like a tomb stone neglected in forgotten woods.
The courtyard birds leave the nest, the winter
world waits, driving its gloom like a widening
grin- broadening on the grass, like a strangers
shadow at the gate. Then crossing the lawn,
climbing the step and wrapping at the door.
Diving Bell
I stopped drinking and stopped arguing. I
stopped being round drunks who wanted to argue.
I kept to quiet rooms with people who cared.
My complaints didn't reach my face, merely
creased the brow like the residue of some
deep gastronomical pain. When they worsened,
I was taken to doctors, but didn't speak,
I just blinked. Nobody realised I
was beyond reach, somewhere cold, dark and deep.
Still the loved ones waited, waited for some
sign, waiting for the line to be tugged.
Tools
The worlds too full, I cannot talk.
I go and lie upon the grass,
with no thought of right or wrong, just
a child like dream of language.
I fumble in the dark and call
down the rusty old words of love,
and then venture into the light
to hunt you heart in the tall grass.
Jury Duty
Urinating at midnight, I
drown another fly in the bowl
then wash my hands and pass the hall.
Between clouds, the moon is signaling
the courtyard has fallen silent.
somewhere the cats stirs and
my heart beats beyond all reason.
I return to your side and await
the judgment of the moon and stars.
In The End
When the world ends, when there is only me
and there remains only a room like this
and a mirror much like this and
the incognizant pain of waking a thousand times
has shifted beyond the bones dull ache
to a deeper rigger mortise of the soul-
Then, when i cannot move-
in thought riddled nature-
Trumpets will finally sing and
crowds will gather and women
with flowers will bend down with purpose
and well wishers will measure my every word
for it's weigh of truth in gold
Then in my final feeble hell I will
fight them away and scream, “No!”
“Where were you.” I will say,
“Back when i was young
and still the strength to change?”
id like to claim it as deliberate... but i can't and i feel quite stupid.