one exploded expansively
into silent splinters

sending prismatic whole fragments
of holographic completeness
through the perfection of
the Pillars of Knowledge

spiralling

tumbling

falling

into the manifest of
the Mirror of Forgetfulness

for-as-much we desired
to look ourself in the face
so deed answered thought

and since it is impossible
to view the whole at the one moment
every heart holds a separate world
.

In the summer of an evening
where the days seem longer bright,
and the evening cannot cool the heat of day;

the silky shadows dance among us
in the playground of the night,
through the twilight haze they seem to jump, and sway.

In the autumn of an evening
when the dusk is but a dot,
yet still the day is eaten by it's appetite;

half the shadows are running from
what the other one's just sought,
as night causes the shadows to vanish from our sight.

I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills...
Well, not really, I just adore
that first line of Isak's book.
I wanted a love like the one she
had. I could taste it. Smell it, like fresh
soap and old leather.
I wanted music in the tall grass, bending
to my wishes.
I wanted to dance with your hands on my
hips, close enough to see stars migrating
from each passing breeze.
I admired the respect of silence
and a smile
that could kill me.
I imagined memories to put into cages while lions

IN CASE OF EMERGENCY BREAK GLASS

Put the little red hatchet
back on the wall.
there is no sense of urgency
at all.
no emergency.
so
please don’t break the glass.

Open the windows
and close the front door.
No one is coming in
I just washed the floor.
.
But some day
If you ever see my face
down on the ground
lips cold and blue
ass in the air
eyes fixed in a glossy stare…
break the glass.
and change my underwear