"...THE WEPYING TYME..."

my 9 year old self
bargins with God
"Let me die in her place!"

Christ on the cross
snickers with candlelight
at such impudence

"If you want a life
...a death...take me!"
"Straight swop!" I explain reasonably

I urge God again
to accept my offer
the silence deepens

the silence enters him
fills him to the brim
only a tear escapes

God un-god-ed
by my sister's death
I tell Him to go to Hell


*

The title comes from a phrase of Sir Thomas More whilst he awaited trail and execution in the the Tower of London.

Oh!  Love.
Love is amazing.
its like um,
Uh
Its got a lot of,
yaknow;
uh...
Whats that called again?
Ergh..,
...
Wait I remember!
...
Uhh.
Hmmm.

this September may rain embrace
your shallow skull, your wounded smile
may rain embrace your cristal voice
your shallow skull, your wounded smile

deep buried in the bluish sky, clouds of forgiving dew
pour silence into nothingness
may rain embrace your skull, your bones
soft as thin paper lost beneath the ground

soft as a kiss your mouth once moaned upon my lips
and never found again poison as sweet
deep buried in the Prussian field the bluish corpse
dissolves itself under the stars

this September may rain embrace
your shallow skull, your wounded smile
may rain embrace your cristal voice
your shallow skull, your wounded smile

(SECONDS BEFORE)

somewhere in 1970 or so
I remember your smile

(secondsbefore)

telling me you 'wanted to live
as quietly as a star.'

(seconds before)

'No...not a movie star
a star above a mountain above a world star! '

(seconds before)

your hair fallen across your eyes
your hair hiding your smile

(           seconds before
)          THE BOMB GOES OFF

CREATING YOU

The seconds flock
about me

nibbling at the Who I Am
time devouring my existence.

My dreams walk around
naked.

A sky lies asleep
in a window.

My shadow crawls
up the walls

as if it longed
to escape  me.

The mirror shows a stranger
wearing my face.

In the candle's flicker I
live frame by frame

in a black and white
celluloid  world.

I can only touch you
with language

hold you
with words

create you time
and time again

as you come alive
walk about in my sentences.

As long as I write
you are living.

I dreading the final
full stop.

I see you
walk away

into an ellipsis'
footsteps

you fading into
its dot dot dot

on the snow drift
of a page

Calling all ears
all guts and sneers
every daft-deft writer who would be
poet

Write your soul, your boots
your fight, your fears,
your misbegotten loves
tucked behind your ears

Roll with punches,
belch and rattle at your stars
as they are truly indifferent
gaseous, asinine orbs

Pull rank on the nothing
my lovely, living friends
as your truth is beginnings and ends
and I love you

#poet #writer #write #love