Four Homeless Poems, Homed

(four poems that were just collecting dust that i feel deserved a home)



#1: and this is summer


and
the sun melts down
into their eyes
while they strut
with the skin of saints
in a sultry display
and
the shiny rims roll by
rotating galaxies
luring the falling skins
and
this is summer
and
it was always too bright for me
to be more involved
than this




#2: Sick on the Fodder


Don't know what or why it is
but it is.

I can almost turn
its enigmatic handle
but I don't know how.

Maybe I need death's hand
before my hand is adequate
and if so
then take me now
while its elusive presence
still quakes the crusts
beneath my trembling feet.

Whether it's tangible or not,
metaphysical or visible
it's definitely there
harrowing yet beautiful
and I won't look to Jesus,
Allah or the bone-idle Buddha
to shed any narrow light.

I'll plant my heathen acorn
and water it with open eyes
then take shade
in its blasphemous shadow -

and you can call me Lennon
or whatever other symbols
linger in your blackened belly
but I'm not growing my fucking hair
and I'm far too human
for peace but
I'm not human enough
to settle for flesh and its materialistic scraps.




#3: poetry needs nothing, almost


today I thought I'd write something powerful
try and tap into that undertow that hides in my veins
making the heart more than just an organ
but a vessel for channeling blood to paper
but I'm unable to raise a pulse without moving
and I don't even have the energy
to get rid of the two flies fornicating
and not giving a fuck for their audience

like two scorned erratic fragments
of something that is almost nothing
performing an honest display of vulgarity

looks like hateful sex, hateful at being
a part of something that's almost nothing

I'll try again tomorrow when the flies have gone
and write something about nothing, almost




#4: I suppose I miss you


In the mornings I
would tell myself I
am just too tired.
In the evenings I
would say the same

then when I realised
why it rained when I
squinted my eyes my
skin had never been
so close to my bones.