February 8, 2010 by Gabriel
How to tell him
I’m not going to
Age well? I’m
Aging now, in the
Night, in the dark
These hands, these
Feet are swelling
And wrinkling. These
Warts are growing
These ears and nose
And eyes are growing
Into eternity till
They no longer hear
Or see or feel like
They used to to
Him or me.
How to tell him that
My face, decaying,
Is still my own, although
It looks different,
Misshapen somehow,
Compared to Yesterday’s,
When the sun beamed down
In its Vitamin D and
He looked through
My eyes and into
My soul with
Blind desire, giving in
To me
Yesterday I felt
Him charge me
Up – Electrolysis
In my veins, an
Electrical murmur
Through my limbs
But not my own.
Today that buzz
Is gone, the current
Lingers but grows
Weak until crash,
Boom, none.
Alone again, in
My midnight well.
Time drips slow
Again and my
Head drops, held
Between my elbows,
On my knees
Feet throb hot
On the cold floor,
Hands grown cold
And sweaty, jaw
And teeth creak
On rusting hinges
And Youth seems
Lost to the Light
High up,
Above.
Tags: jaw, see, sun, teeth
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February 8, 2010 by Gabriel
Table 1:
Another one
An Imacandroid
Or should I
Say Imacandroidess
Coz she’s, no mistake,
A woman –girl
And not a man-boy
Imacandroid.
There she sits
Straining her
Tea in this
Loose-leaf cafe
Halfway up
Parkway.
Why here and
Not at home
Where tea is
Free and Music
Low? We can
Only surmise, she
May not be typical -
Imacstereotyped.
If she was we
Could be cruel
And scorn her
Macananical cool.
We could tut and
Sip our lattes,
Chatting idly – why
God made cafes,
Not for her
To sit and
Pout, peering
Regally at we,
Mob, in the dark,
Beyond her mac,
With its Apple-
Shaped lamp.
But no, let’s be kind,
Perhaps she has
Come to escape her
Flat, bored of
Its walls and
Pissed off at
The cat.
Table Two:
Sitting round a table
On deliberately mismatched
Chairs, three mismatched
Friends meet ‘For coffee
On Saturday’ afternoon.
3 have tea,
Two have cake
Milk all round, No sugar.
She, the one
Without the cake,
Talking through
Eye-lined holes as
Listeners absorb
Projectile sounds
Through hair-
Greased ears and
Dull sponge eyes
Bulging with
Her Narcicisstic
Spew.
One chips in to brook
The flow, vain attempt
TO check the vain
As she, the ME one,
Carries on, convinced
She’s prettier, better,
Cleaner and more
Fun, in the most
Intersting of
Possible ways.
Looking round, glancing
Up at the mirror over head,
Down at her cool grey
Thighs, legging-wrapped,
Looking through Briggita
To the wall behind her,
Next to which a
Lone man sits
Absorbed in Sunday TImes
And ipod but
Nonetheless aware of
A caress from
Eyes too used to
Looking out, not seeing in.
Tags: coffee, man, cafe, friends, imac, eye, mirror, pretty
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February 6, 2010 by Gabriel
Drinking sweet
Liquor rum
In my brain
Thinking of
Cuba and you,
Together. Why,
When you are
Here and now
And that was
There and then,
But somehow
Intertwined round
The same bend
Of year, this
February time
That should be
Winter and isn’t
Spring. This
Fuzzy hiatus
Before the year
Begins in earnest.
The Chinese got it
Right, ours was premature,
Christmas merriment
Still mulling
Recognition through
Old Lang Sine,
Sung too soon.
Febbraio en Cuba,
February in London;
Two thousand and nine,
Two thousand and ten.
Alone abroad,
At home, with men,
With you, maybe.
More at sea than
When the Malecon wall
Fenced me off from
Them, males with
Bright, tall sails
Bobbing, skidding, winking
Through the sun-hot sheen.
Now the year’s
Stacked up its freight.
Destined where?
No ship’s docked
Yet, while me,
A girl, a rum girl,
Waits.
Tags: chinese, cuba, eve, february, girl, new, rum, year's
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February 6, 2010 by Gabriel
Nothing is inevitable
Much is expected
Much is overlooked,
Opportunities fly through,
Some sought, some
Caught, hooked or
Shot through. Some, trapped
In a web, spider
Long gone
Tags: trapped, shot, opportunity, overlooked
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February 6, 2010 by Gabriel
Giggle whirls
Scoop out my pain
And let it rot
Where it will,
Waste box or recycling.
Root-firm Life it grows
Through Pain’s compost.
Tags: pain, life, root, giggle
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February 6, 2010 by Gabriel
Money makes meat
Money makes wheat
Money makes pies
Money makes my
Eyes look up
To see what I
Can buy for
Four pounds fifty
For gut and skin
Atop a gurgling
Frame, claimed
By Nature, part of
Her despite millennia
Of ink and paper.
Money makes meat
Money makes wheat
Money makes pies
Money makes men
Weep for shame,
Heaped up against
The Life they can’t
Afford, makes them
Dive below the bar,
Without the breath
To see a pearl,
Just enough to
Feel the deep
Press their lungs
And sting their wounds.
Tags: eyes, meat, men, money, nature, pies, wheat
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February 6, 2010 by Gabriel
Let him come to me
When he will
When he wants to
When he needs to
Feel my warmth
Touch his, back to
Chest and chest
To back, ribs to
Cheek and head
To chin.
Let him look
Away and dwell
There for a while
Tasting air, different
From mine.
Let him stay there
If the taste is good
And that air teems
Thick with Life,
Thicker than mine,
For him.
Tags: warmth, touch, chest, cheek, ribs
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February 6, 2010 by Gabriel
Let me stand tall
And bright,
Strengthened by
The residue of
Love, sweetly
Lasting on.
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February 6, 2010 by Gabriel
On Life stood a long day
Set up coolly
With meditation
And loud water
Gushing through
Fingers into basin
Tags: basin, cool, day, life
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January 16, 2010 by Gabriel
I’ll write
You a word or
Two, here in
The dark, here’s
My word sounding
Bright through the
Night, I hope,
To you over
There, squared
Out in my mind’s
Eye, through the
Cold dead window
Blocked out with
Ice-mist then
Blind.
Comfort my night,
Warm my thin
Neck and cool
Teeth , set crooked
On this tongue.
Tags: bright, cold, dead, hope, mind, night
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