taking flight

we revelled in the cold autumn rain
that pattered all night through our open
bedroom window:
the lime taste of oxygen

but suddenly the sky
sweeps in from Meknes
spreads blue hot chalk over
god-forsaken Lisbon urburbs
the asphalt crawling with
gross fat black
glistening princess ants

princesses in life-and-death quests
for the promised life
the promised home
they were entitled to
blind to future
com
promises

they make me sick to the
bone
stick to my trousers, to the windshield
as I myself turn gradually into no
thing
boiling away on the
hot autumn asphalt

so in the stone blue distance
let us hide
in grounded old
aeroplanes
in the museum of flight
before I vanish for good

let me hide my hideous
shrinking head
in the warm Bedouin tent
of the gentle cup of your hands
where I know you will love me
as I grow senile
and evaporate

I love you for so much more
than this

wordless

more explicit
places & times

if it weren't for love

A hundred years on, I mummify
Under pinetree and cyprest and
Children cloaked in 3D twirling
Unseeable, unfathomable bliss

So I grow older imperceptably
With each further quarter-hour
Drowning in the breathtaking
Fragrancy of pine-sap oozing
From the autumn heat of Lisbon

My sight and my aging trapped in
Hot golden amber

Wish you were here
Your perfect smile
To kiss sense into me

uphill

in the deep
compost of the past
on which we've grown tall
and cannot grow back
limbs lost

step on it
until it's compact
until it's opaque
until you grow
into the very sky

it's summer again

chalk

a re-poled sphere, for thus we speak
our thumbs minutely asunder
with sparks and ether and miniature thunder
our hapless clay faces, the quake that we seek
but nothing ever shall come about
nothing shall trouble our hives

cowards in
white and white and white

we spit

drink

counting down

unnamed urge
of fists of fights of flights
in dreams in sleep that cuts out of me
this blur into white
in nights that merge
into days that merge
into a stream a decreasing
count of
tomorrows

get me
while

fernweh

let us hold hands
and cross the border on foot
take a dusty bus to the
next unnamed town

let us be nameless under the sun
strangers to all but each other

breathless

no beliefs left
no god, no guidance, no universe
nothing but the DNA machine that I am
and all the unstoppable things
that I have set in motion
that keep me in unstoppable motion

a handful of years left
before the end

so how to find the only thing that matters?
how to find Now


and you in it?