{Sat 27 January 2007}   Primeval Watercolour
Primeval Watercolour

Primaries pounce on the primitive page,
usurping space with bizarre pizzazz:
Opposing waves squall and break,
brim-brilliant crests crash, create a jazz
of chaos!
Interference drags a screaming thread of blue
across the careful splotches;
panicking through cooling pools of sulphur,
a purple pulse breathes whirls of fire,
willing them to swirl against the caking air,
to savage expectations, flay the fair
and even strokes of intent
with edges of the depths,
fan water into flame
with split-atomic spatterings
of aquamarine and shame
and shatterings
of line, design and reason—
Oh, Image, imagine
Imagination’s breathing:

See a subsequent digital version of this poem here.


{Thu 26 October 2006}   Double Signals

Double Signals

O false God!
You have betrayed us.
Betrayer, betrayer, betrayer!

See the man who dances between tables,
Who swirls between clay pots,
Whose soul is dry, is dry for trying,
While his beauty fades.

See my friend who screams what he cannot say,
Whose lips pull tight over his power,
Who kills his own words,
While his music rages.

You, betrayer, you have done this.
Power of our minds, construct of our childhoods, moulder of our futures,
You made us yearn, seek, believe, hold true,
While you eroded our selves in your service.

Still we dance, sing, speak an ideal
that was never ours and cannot be.

et cetera