08 September 10:05 PM

My appetite torn between the fruits of Heaven & Hell
My allegiance sworn equally to Man & Beast

There’s a Man beside me in the mirror
looking after me & mine, in tune & time with my lament

I’m a fraction of the Woman I dreamt to become
but I’m not silenced yet, unchanging in ways & means

Writing as healing, speculation as fact
accepting erasures, as well, regulate the challenge before us


Placid waters flow from mind to mind electrified
stimulating dormant tissues very much alive –

Arrivals & departures promise of eternal bliss
leaving a dying man feeling as if he’s never truly been kissed
in answer to the marksman’s aim to cleverly digest
like Cupid’s wish to relieve the beast of ageing signs of stress –

Sometimes try to re-imagine life outside the fold
of those who trust that yet ahead we’ll storm the shores of Shangri-La

Alphabetically Spoken For

I hold the A-B-C’’s of love firmly in my grip
… and in my heart of hearts …
You, Dear, were the kindest man I’d ever known
… and accepted the real me readily …
I asked you for your hand in friendship
… and you gave me that & so much more …
Mathematically, we’re a balanced equation
… geometrically attached at all the right angles …

Cut Loose from the Hangman’s Noose

Mesmerized & stupefied
all in one lone lovely breath,
hanging on one solitary thread
dangling beads of remembrance

In dire states beyond distrust
in a world sprung from a foundation of hate
a body of indigestible evidence
suggesting there’s been foul play

One tiny speck of cosmic dust
shaking a fist at the big galoot
messing with my merry mind,
a cut-out character from an earlier time,
cross-checking my facts
to be free at long last