NO PLACE

no foot to stand on
grabbing at the ropes
ocean churning and swelling
opening ravenous maws

my song is the sea
in every motion of her body
my song is at sea
with no ground
with no footing
and no bottom

WHAT´S IT LIKE LIVING WITH GEORGE ?

he´s a man without contours

a man of just corners

no fluidity

just knots of barbed wire

is this because of some great injustice

wreaked upon him ?

no

it´s just george´s way of expressing himself

of dramatising his little problems

yapping and giving out little cries

george suffers from absence

george is not there when he is here

when recalled, when one insists that he turn up,

a maudlin prisoner shuffles up

or an old queen in a pique pouting

petrified in painted styles

george misses his mummy

but that´s so many long years back now

lord have mercy on george

lord grant that he may take himself up

hot nights in the future

and it could so be
sometime in the red-pillared room
grimly sadly sweetly a hospital bed
and up on the night terrace
sun lotion, grill smells, perfume
waft up salty cloying his nostrils
he rides his forefinger over a well-clipped moustache
then howling at the wind and coughing and crying
he screams and hollers
like there is no tomorrow

ALMOST 60 YEARS OLD

these many years are flown
i still know nothing
about me
about the world
certainty about the world is clearly impossible
but knowing who i am
what i feel
that should somehow be possible
i am scared
scared of nothing
scared of everything

the drunken cousin

these voices in my head
none of them speak my language
all of the voices in my head
from my childhood
growing up
from my adult life
we don´t connect
and i sit stubborn
shivering cold
the drunken cousin
in the corner

MORAL PHILOSOPHY

and what is this screaming inside my head ?
what does it mean ?
pain ?
learnt behaviour ?
and, if learnt behaviour, then why ?
because of pain ?
because of this mix
of pain, depression
with a dull contentedness
self-satisfaction
happiness

moral philosophy is beyond me !

WILLOW

back then
my Latin teacher
told me to buck up --
else your accomodations, your willow nature
will be the death of you !