vortex

sudden vortex :
no, I hadn´t compared my deserted childhood ( real )
with an image
of normal life, of women and men fucking and fighting.
not chalk and cheese, just chalk
one image facing off against the other
two mirrors fight
and my sentences, prescriptions, cries, dramatic and romantic phrases
reduced to nought

tuppence is tuppence
not much
and not nothing

mummy

mummy !
i have stifled this cry
killed this signal
pulled the hospital curtain to.

snow on the streets blinds little oedipus;
in turning away from her,
her cold outsides,
her coarse cloth,
i turned off my life.

a part

and the snack gets eaten.
i don´t know,
nothing is written on my board
many are dying and i stand apart from the brothers
no better than any other pebble moved by the swelling waves

sinfonia poetica em 5 passos

flying in the hours of darkness
crying and sobbing

sign ship launches its epic,
signifier complete with salt and barnacles,
signified : simply sound and fury

skin is tough and porous
let the tears out
and hold the pain off

nothing is revealed,
well, how could it be otherwise ?

AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION

voices

she wants
space, time to think,
to step back and find her voice
but voices without talk
are self-indulgent tyrants

not alone

backpack, supplies,
down the track which fades into the desert
modern hermit, tin cup clinking,
seeking locusts, honey and truth
yet not alone :
with him, in every pore of his body
the English language
and the truth he may find
will be of those isles.

one

one
one foot
in
front
one foot in front of

the
other