counting down

 

my limbs twist gently into
new configurations
fur begins to spread
my head shifts into
a more efficient angle
a forward drift of stance
in the amniotic fluid
of my cocoon
taut like a spring:

the membrane cracks
the transformation will be
complete

soon

I'm ready

to speak

hello word

 

hello, world.

monday blues perhaps

 

a million months ago
she died and kicked me in the
solar plexus kicking off
a twister twisting my
body and limbs and face into an
eightball of grief
that rolled off, automaton, spinned me
into a black whole
until I caved in. unknowing.
I collapsed into nothing-at-all.

my aching arms heaving me
out now. hello world.

the chemistry of love is
the chemistry of grief is
the nullity of chemistry.
implosion. end. explosion.
world. outward.

River Dawn

 

you jumped in the river
and joined me, you
sailed the house with me through stormy rapids
the bracken waters of the desert
navigated the maze of the jungle canals
plunged headlong down the falls of darkness
till all was upside down and shattered to pieces
and I but a car-wreck

I have crossed the river
so here I lie panting next to you.
the pain is over,
the far bank of the river is the far bank now:
I can see the hole where the foundation was.
I loved her.

our three sweet daughters, so much alike,
have moored the house to the river bank:
let’s tow it up on dry land,
let’s build the new foundations.

I am ready.

but right now, I am panting with exhaustion.
let me look at you.

good morning, my love.

reply to mr barnes, a beginning

every tear and reminiscence
a measure of the depth
of narcisism

for there is no afterlife
and no god either
except love
which can only be real

hammer to fall

it comes down at last like a storm of stones
three years' worth of tears and fears and pain
buckets-full of years
grave-day loads of bones

all is new & now, all old & then
the bed the same
but we're li'll nemo here

with my unknown past
on your tender shoulders

you make me fly
on
up
into us

the river far behind us

 

the reboot the reset almost complete,
we stand in her his my your shoes
overlooking this brandnew world of
mountains and rivers, of plains and woods
where the future will happen
where the future we shape

does it hurt to let go
a whole former land,
a whole former time?

you can't restart without losing the past
you can't restart without embracing death

so let us into dive into the open air

off we go