AWAKENING
nearly drowned
astral travelled
but no
awakening
no joining hands to
form a chain of light
chain of fire
what will come
and this last, great connection
will exceed all our expectations
AWAKENING
nearly drowned
astral travelled
but no
awakening
no joining hands to
form a chain of light
chain of fire
what will come
and this last, great connection
will exceed all our expectations

UND DRANG
drama of our lives
our deaths
our light
and dark
reverberates
I catch your
gist
as it floats between
worlds like
all the others
if night is good
is repose, gives
relief
so too
the singularity
so too the abyss
EXACTLY AT THIS POINT
left my mind
on the helter skelter
and you
first Dan, halfdan, third
Dan
whatever Dan you are
rollercoaster father
smirking sublimely
heavens of cloud
light and dark cloud
above me
and she
who I wanted, needed
so much at
that moment
MJM of the shapely legs
and thighs
crashing into me at top
speed perversely
has anyone ever
received such a thrilling smack
in a dodgem bumper car
and the theorists speculating
on the nature of carnival
hum
a good tune
talk a good liberation
and falling in line
(such a
ragged line)
with every compadre
of that persuasion
I wanted to
go guttural
get down and dirty
be
the sublime poet of
the sewer if only
for a brief
moment
outdoing the inimitable
Charles, universal stereotype
of this poet
Oh helter skelter
must be
a surreal repetition
to have
that guy Manson
sweep back
into fashion
and me
at the pinnacle of the
rollercoast exactly at
this point
PILGRIMAGE
skimming
our coastline
trawling
deep
sooner or later
they discover
our poetry
stumble across
that great outlier
that is
Ingrid Jonker
are captivated by
her sharpness, passion,
fierce emotional
honesty
and intensity
and yet
whenever I find myself
at the place she drowned,
marked by
her tiny, sun and sea
spray
battered monument
I get no sense of this
in wildest dreams
ever
a place
of pilgrimage
CONTEXT
concrete
is the context
of everything
wrote a
concrete
poem
going for
a concrete concrète effect
so you can run your
fingers through, across
plunge
them into the
harmonies
discordances
of this here poem
context is
the concrete
of everything
final framing of
all that
can mean
PARFAIT
the power
of modern technology!
Aphrodite and Adonis texting
each other smartly on their
smart phones
think that
flying into Paris is
what it will take to
make their
sweet assignation
one
for the ages
parfait
parfait
parfait
sublimely digital
in every which way
IN CONVERSATION
In a parallel universe
that Adonis and Aphrodite
ruptured
the myth
with joy of together
went to the ballet, caroused talked life and poetry
over lamb souvlaki and
red wine
at a beachfront taverns
talked love and the
art of making it
stretch out
beyond infinity
until the early hours
can tell you now
given the
nature
of their divinity
this just has to be
the greatest conversation
on the
nature of love
spoken, whispered,
since the beginning of time.
OUR LITERARY HISTORY
scruffy rebel poets
Knights of the Realm
sometimes those
strangest of
hybrids that fall
into both categories
and there
in the schools
and universities
an industry at work
creating a mosaic
building a pantheon
that Shakespeare, whoever
he is, whomsoever
he was
can float high above everything
in great
volumes of cloud
Hamlet teasing the Danish
first minister to fix
upon absolutes where
all is
shifting significance
VAULT
opened the vault
hadn’t looked that
deep inside
for a very
long time
found your
photograph back there
brought all that
loss, sadness
to my eyes
and you
standing behind me
so passed it to you
you
looked sighed
kissed me softly
on the temple
on the lips
this the place
where all roads meet
all secrets
revealed
so close it must seem
to the end of time