Tuesday

Tuesday

life is split
between the day
and the night
leaves join
when its dark
and unfold as it
becomes light

tuesday morning
the sun is alight
and shining
like a sigh in
the drawn
curtains of
morning

the light in the sky
that's dawning again
is so strange
the birds just cry
in strains of spliced
delight the dropping
leaves look like
their children
heading off
on their
very first flight

dis connect

walk into room
door opens far
seeing eyes settle
on face all drawn
towards the centre
the place they see
in stead of feel
the eyes search out
the place for the real
the words she said
churns the wheel
the race of cells
through the maze
the ritual place
in the scheme
the way it makes
you peel away the
skin from the face
or the pull the
pin on the human
race

tree fear

tree fear

slowly, the wind lost its curtain
its long sorry drag over the land
drawing to a close all the sentences
that they started - all the long doors
opening like shutters and the loud noise
they make in this wind

the calm before the storm
filled with temperature and the claws
that separate this take and that are sharpened
by experience in the trenches
and the long straggly cloths that hang off his burly frame

he stands on the dark corner
waiting for you to return
to have another go
another attempt to absorb your
worried little soul

the barbed wire fence is not enough
to guard against the danger of the end
the long dark night she spent
shivering

seated on the wooden bench the sensi defeated
all the wandering dead by cradling a sapling in his cupped palms

- march 10 2009