Tag Archives: loss

ALONG

UK OK (not so very)

        still solid
    (courtesy of Victorian
architecture)

crazy high aquaducts
    (now exactly what
               do they do?)

university I went to
down main road manchester
freshly
    returned from
south africa

settler colonial
(apartheid to
           god knows who else
and me
and you)

but on that diet of dismal
how stuff going to grow properly?

how stuff going to flourish
when for best moral fibre
getting
     force-fed gloom

red, white, blue
flag should be slate grey and
colour
     most exploitative

see your politicians now
scared at the thought
                               people

might
     have their
                       own ideas

university down oxford street
(or was it road?)
                 taught me something
about the
    economic of F and K
(plaque proclaims
them
                    the previous tenants)

anarchy
OK OK    strawberries
spoiled, by
                      this time
was
          the late 70s

ust rattle your cheap jewellery here
                                  and I’ll
imagine
            in falsetto

less than happily singing along
        

YOU

YOU

would have loved it
if you had had
the chance
to read this poem

sometime in the life
you are never
going to have

outrage, revenge,
brutal inhumanity
turned you into
a statistic

and I am
    not the right person
to tell you

about love, life, the joy
of being a human being
with your death

I have
lost the faith

THIS THING

THIS THING

this thing, suffering,
never
   thought about it really
when we were
together

before the fracture,
time of complete loss

yes that short time
of beauty
         I do not remember
much about it now

why, how
it could not be sustained

thinking about the drive home
immediately after our
                    marriage

no reason to think
of suffering

          suffering there lying
in wait somewhere
outside us

or, already primed, set
to destroy,
        lodged within
     

SCORPIUS

SCORPIUS

Last time I saw you
it was middle of November
just after your birthday

you were with someone
who looked alien
on the dark
side of the Moon

Scorpius was at its zenith
and you wwre discussing
telekinesis, expanded
consciousness
and meme
transmission

wbklst I stood quiet
as a Sentinel
         unobserved

as I had been through
each of a host of
                   less
than celestial
shapes
     and incarnations

defined by the demeanor each
                      tragic loss
to survive.