depth – poems 2 die for

FABULOUS

FABULOUS

if you
are so fabulous

as wonderful
as you say

where
is the wonder?

where are
the fables?

where is the story
that is going to
change my landscape
shift my reality

grip me
grab me

for the rest
of my life?

I catch you sleeping
that very sight
transformative
beneath small, square-
shaped purple blanket

looking
Roman imperial, totally
submerged

and here I am outside
looking in
who knows what
impassable fence my
face pressed up against

who knows
what ultimate, legendary barrier

and on
that shrouded face
what dreams come
strong enough
to leave
some imprint, make
ground-breaking impression?

and so it is
between us
so much spoken
yet everything hidden

deep
beneath the choppy surface
of that text
true leviathans

denizens of the fabulous
most certain to appear

DOWN TO SIZE

I have no memory
it has all gone

maybe
it was never there
in the first place

maybe someone
somebodies
came in
the middle
of the night

sliced
it out of
my head

did something
unspeakable

that cannot
be spoken

so many words
too many to cope with
need to cut
them
down to size

thing
not to forget

resist
not realize.

HITHER

HITHER

I wandered through poetry
thought I knew
this place
well

looking for wisdom
looking for humanity

my outlook by
no means negative
      though by no means
expecting
wonders
        miracles, transformation,
soul-shaping
life-
defining metaphors
and sadly I must add
conceding
   no possible hope
for love

which is exactly where I found you
chatting to my Muse
(why is
Muse never lover?)

man
most well-measured
not a syllable out if place
but your
voice
your voice

I do not hear
perhaps it is just too
comfort-zone, risk
averse

agrophobic
when it comes to

to the beyond, the boundless,
our freedom
in a nutshell

shattering it to smithereens
with the force of
poetic pressure

and perhaps
the poet too

perhaps
we should stay contained
work like
jewellers do
in miniature

for this is a dangerous age
bad time
for words

and I, for my sins and
pretensions of
truly sinning

have wandered so far
of course, too
far away thus
with
grace

let me leave
you here

for who
would now come hither?