Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Moments



The pressure of his hand
Anxiously uncertain
The sinewy sensuousness
Of quadriceps rising
To kneel in
Supplication or adoration
Ambiguously unknown

The warm toxicity
Of breath
Eyes searching
The boundaries
Of the face,
For some tenuous flare
Of recognition

Time eclipsed
In the masked ball
of reversed reality
Where nakedness is
Revealed but not
The intimacy of
Our name

Moments,
Fragments
Of time hunted
With Erotic intensity
The weight of bodies
Then elided from the day
Held in memory



Requiem for the other David



I am his
Namesake, an
Unknown uncle
This other David

He had
Long gone
By the time
I arrived

His life
Compacted
To a phrase
Died of war wounds

And I
Wonder
Who he was
This man

Committed
To oblivion
No grainy
Black and white

To give his
Features visage
His presence,
Forgotten

But for
Four words
Died of war wounds
I wonder

What were his wounds
What was his war
Did he have time
To love

His spectral
Haunting presence
Restless, in his
Obscurity

A man,
An uncle
A name
Nearly forgotten

Nearly,
But not forgotten
Saved by words
Just four

And we,
Live
Linked by
Our names

And the other
Man, we shared
Your brother
My father


Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Words - No 2


They come at me
With incessant insistence
Demanding, not just
A hearing, but
Some response

A word begets
Words, then
A sentence, and
A sentence, not having
The decency to know
It’s limits
Becomes a paragraph

Spoken at me,
Rolling over me
Requiring some
Answer, a word becoming
A sentence, drowning
In a paragraph

Words clashing
With words
Consonants and
Vowels jarring
At volume


While
I
Starve for
Silence
The stillness
Of the
Unspoken
The space
Where words
Cease
And calmness
Breathes
Into the
Space

That space
Where I
Listen
To the
Stillness
The silence
Of eternity
Seeping
Into time