THE LINGERING
the sadness
of never knowing you
the real you
always looking
from the outside
seeing the people
you are close to
and this
I show you now
is that image of you
I hold onto, keep
in my heart
Oh if
I could just relive
that captured moment
feel once more
feel once more
those small, exquisite, endearing joys
that deep, sublime, long-
lasting,
lingering pain
KOI (for G.)
hope this message
reaches you somehow
just to kick off
the world has become a darker
place since you departed
odds on now
we are going
to wipe ourselves out
in nuclear war
stopped by your old place
much had changed, your
inimitable spirit and vibe
long departed
and I thought of
your fish, those koi
gliding through their pond
in your front garden
had a conceit of myself
speaking to them but
they did
not appear to hear any voice
or I must gave missed their answer
sound travelling air to water
one medium
to another
who knows what get’s heard,
distorted, filtered out?
what message is received
what gets missed and
travels on and
on
destined to expire or
carry on forever
life still chugging along
a flash of silver scales
beneath
the surface
I wonder how they saw you
how much
they remember now
ROOM
stet
Heraclitus you are wrong
this man
cannot step
into that bed
river mibd a river
back up a bit
let’s forget media res
simply
start at
the beginning
virtual particles abounding
no hope of
even one
actually actualizing
promise of this moment
never to be realized
come and gone
so many wave fronts
from bed to couch and
back again
washing over me
you
by now
sleeping serenely
me maybe
astral travelling
as far as I can tell
room to
expand, manoeuvre
room
for doubt
here we
make love, don’t
make love
roll two lovely snake eyes
so you may guess
which
forked path
possibilities, probablities,
green light
for go, red
for full stop
in this little ecosystem, tiny
echochamber things
horribly resonant
yes
roll those bones
roll
with
the flow
tick the will
they won’t they
take what’s
in the box
you know
whose doomed cat
is waiting
in that box
the whole nature of
connection, entanglement
now
premised on our moment
and what other, kinder worlds
have decided for themselves
have themselves
found out
let them
film the morning after
still through a lens
of blessed
enchantment
Pan panning with magical
camera across
the mystical space
that will
always
be
her bedroom
for the record (record of
flautist playing
the firsf
time I ever saw
her face)
nothing
to see here
MCCALL
you told me
about your beloved dog
whose name,
unforgivably,
I have forgotten
I am on my way
to forgetting everything
every day
the jigsaw puzzle
loses another piece
and the picture on the box
must have been replaced
because I would
swear by
all that is holy
I have
no knowledge of this one;
would attest
in a supreme court not
to have seen it before
not to have
seen you before, remembering
good times, the odd
great time
before it all went to Hell
turned cataclysmic
falling further from grace
than fallen angels
ever did
no pride, I guess it was,
that threw our
little world into
terminal
tail spin
the worst kind of pride, pride raging sad shadow
born of childhood pain
beyond our
undetstanding at the time
that time of which
you told me, your your legs
striding through
the veldt, dog whose
name
I have forgotten chasing
you, loyal
to a fault behind you
and me
not in this scene, here
just whisper
waiting for the moment of
our meeting and
the thought
(for which I do
so apologize
that here you are
here we are
neither of us from this moment on
ever going to be alone
poems 2 die for