Ghost Mail
Leaving the lights on to keep my sleep light,
I wake with a fright.
The light bulb had blown.
Opening my eyes
to a somber glow,
without a shadow,
I wait for sunrise.
As my thoughts travel
backwards to the fear
of dead sleep, I hear
a step on the gravel,
and the thud of mail.
Junk, save, in my hand,
a card from a land
where deliveries fail
by still-born delay.
And I’m reminded
of the worst, blinded
by the light of day.
Resurrection
buckles and the body tips sideways
but the brave soul is a capable clown
and jumps up on one leg. Dionysus be praised.
But the balance is precarious, a fall
is inevitable, still give it your all
while you can. Poor Lazarus is raised.
Testament
After Verlaine
You pay for everything,
and always some more.
No matter how well
you perform to bring
joy or pain to the whore,
nobody must know
what really happened,
or not. The bill’s binned.
The law against it
is a coat-hanger
for pimps to exit
waving a banner,
for hell here below
has nowhere to go.
Le Monde au pied du mur
sang impur
Crise de coeur
sans secours
Dur cuir
bien sur
l’ordure
est mûr
Then crawl for cover behind my carapace.
The best camouflage for a life sur le tard
is to smile through old age with a risus sard-
onicus. Hemlock in a homeopathic dose
will ensure the fixed grin. C’est la mort en rose.
Pour Toi, Mon
Amour’
After Jacques Prevert
And I bought some flowers
For you
my love
I went to the market for birds
And I bought some birds
For you
my love
I went to the market for scrap
And I bought some chains
Some heavy chains
For you
my love
And then I went to the market for slaves
To search you out
But I couldn’t find you
my love
A
Marriage (Danta
Gradha, No. 81. Courtly love poems from the Irish)
O
the bond between the fox
and
the stork on Govan Rock
bound
the stork to fox for life,
to
fox-husband she’d be stork-wife.
for
soon enough fox found out
his
stork spouse was a mistake,
and
fox love became stork hate.
Once
while stork-wife lay asleep
Reynard
looked on , bareing teeth
took
her to his twisted breast,
bit
her head off from the rest.
that
is how we are today:
you
fox-husband, me stork-wife,
so
much for our married life.