Archive for February 4, 2018

talkin’ incoherent blues …

Why does the sun dry up so many scattered tears,

Slipping down the coarse cheek of a million hushed fears,

Where no one is scalded though the searing fog clears,

While prayers are mutely spoken even as the end nears.

We shatter and scrape on demented knees,

Blindly begging for mercy as it silently flees,

Searching listlessly for salvation drowned in the breeze,

That spits at the soft rose suffocated by a wheeze.

I know now what I need never have known,

Of hope that was trampled before it had flown,

Into a wasted sky filled with hate that could drown,

The giggling of the crowd and the crying of the clown.

A hope so fragile its wings were of brittle glass,

Ripping the veneer off the sewers of class,

Twisting the fabric of the weighed and costed mass
Who numbly waited hoping that it too may pass.

For when shards of that hope in all hearts scurries away,

To a darkness where crowded night is emptied off the heaving tray,

’Tis then when sewn eyes behold that doleful day,

When all shall tear at each other while on hypocritical knees we still pray.

For a lifting of the veil of that wilful deceit,

That’s wrapped up in a flag swollen with conceit,

While the limbs splinter in the claw of a winner’s defeat,

Yet still the drums roll for the ill-fated souls chose never to retreat.

From that drenched battleground where blood flows through a sieve,

And love’s lost song plaintively begs for a reprieve,

From eternal loss which into raw emotion does cleave,

Only to slip through the fingers and like grains of sand leave.

( for Woody Guthrie and Pete Seeger )

on this alleyway of life, my heart lies shattered, a dozen pieces, as shrapnel jagged,

as on my knees I fall, broken and haggard.

there have moments of true bliss here and there, tucked away between kisses on rainswept nights,

but now, all that remains is a distant blur, a darkening of all joyous lights.

where am I headed, to what end do I ramble on these empty streets of compassion devoid,

feeling the earth beneath sucking me in, torn from lifevests that once used to keep me breathing, helping me stay buoyed,

but now there is just an emptiness, for you took the light when you left,

and all I can do is crawl on, with hope silent, bereft.

you have moved on, to pastures greener that mine ever could be,

you have unclipped your wings and fly in the bounteous sky,

and I am happy that you are unshackled now that your spirit soars,

even as you snatched away from me, my lifeboat’s oars.


may your life be happier, may your tomorrows be bright,

but for now, I beseech you, to please leave me to dwell, in my cocoon of encroaching night

trawling turquoise seas,

cast adrift,

your eyes,

caressing fitful slumber,

whispering paens,

soothing the ache,

of this weary traveller,




cresting waves,

treading water,

hither and thither,

a tattered heart,

a wounded soul,

bathing my being,


in cocooned dreams of your sugarcane lips,




your breath,

soaked in visions of you,

the mirage,

a crescendo fanning flames of desire,

of love, lust, tremulous fingers,

brushing your hair away,

sipping kisses,

consumed by the furnace,

your body, mine,


hungering for your tongue,




soaring above vagabond skies of blue,

unshackled at last,

craving only you …

ps: apologies for the formatting … WordPress app acting up.

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