Ordering bread and coffee Baked by desire It’s grinding repetition Skin not an echo But that glistening same The bitter Buddha kneaded here Could not be loved Without lust Wisdom’s yeast Force fatale Yes Yes Concentration short Yes Pain overwhelms Yet where no excess and Eager expectation ends So ? It is imagination that arises.
Author archives: pasdelasbas
The voice of the stupid poet Is just that No idea what they mean Sitting there on their laurels Rhyming so high
Charles
Charles There is no time.There is not enough timeto know what I know I could have known about you.We all know what we knowand that is todaynothing more than that we love you. What we wonder is not even where you have gonebut how you can have goneanywhereother than herewith usright now which you are …
When we don’t share the cheese…
The other one smells bad Breathe That’s the advice of the sanity chef But… Don’t forget that you’re cheesed off for a reason There is so much more to eat and your own Breathe Is neither sweet nor sour I heard a voice say: without the dark you can’t find the light They spoke of …
write at the end
The way to write when you start being older Is as if you didn’t feel you had to justify not having lived that life but this; and pen those phrases without apology as if you had a story that was already told and this an addendum just don’t let it be a postscript don’t permit …
If I look at you from afar
If I look at you from afar I can see that you’re quite scruffy Your paths aren’t made Your vegetation’s sparse Rocks pilled up on you like spots Skin is crinkled on your earth It’s as if you’re old when you’re young And I’m measuring being old against you Well not me, I hope to …
goodge street station
What is the point in trying to hold onto the choking of tears Or trying to just stay choked Keeping words to that effect alive It is to address the ghosts of my sister and my father I waited not long enough for both to be here I was always in a hurry And missed …
The Courtauld
Why am I crying when there is nothing else I can do? Entering a room two vast wooden chests with clawed feet painted with scenes of medieval war castles, nobility, succour pregnancy perspective and a little sign saying Do Not Touch He should want to climb in there and return to the place he’s a …
Somerset House
The name had been lodged in memory with no place attached A somewhere you might have had to go if and when you needed to know or prove yourself to another Suddenly there it is and the Courtauld Institute inside it the vast courtyard framed All this was mine! In my childhood as a London …
Chests
Two days before his son had top surgery He dreamed he loved a young man with a flat chest laced with a vine tattoo He told his son who smiled sweetly