Author Archives: Damian Garside

BACK

BACK

back you are
to tell all

you who
           found yourself’
privy to the soul’s
panorama

found yourself
presented
     with such
establishing shots

so beautiful
so terrible

tracking shot through
the gates of Heaven
gates
    of Hell
divulging the ground zero
truth of the latter

whole horrific spectacle
way beyond language

leave us wondering
what we
could have done
to possibly
  deserve this

forgetting
how the world works

how it is
what it is, no

end
to the suffering

ON EVEREST

ON EVEREST

thanks to
the traffic jam
on Everest

the road
to the summit
has
  been closed

meanwhile
further to the Northeast
in landscape
unrecognisable

I sit at base camp
freezing to death
hoping to
       catch a lift
to the world’s
second
top spot

to arrive
in good time

for my
great
debate with
the gods of snow,
death
and ice

who dwell
on the
highest
point
of K2

SIGN

SIGN

I want  to take you
on a bed
of wine coloured
roses

my lips wanting your
brown skin
beneath them
for all of
human time

and though
I have not yet
found you

and still have
to persuade you
to commit
to this enterprise

an enterprise in which
we die and die and die
forever and ever
constantly rising
constantly reborn

for which the shade of deep burgundy of
these flowers
           has become
of
this desire and
would be passion
its
  eloquent sign.

THIS SPACE

THIS SPACE

found
or otherwise

you have no footage
of me writing, whole
creative process

you just have to
go with face value
take on trust

seems that no bot
wrote this
you think
   as levels are
discovered;
let themselves
get uncovered

before, in
coming to
a reading,

you edit and
manipulate

impose
     and frame
according to
best-
guess narrative

supreme
authority
over all
located in

this space