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old soul

“old soul,”
you got tired of hearing them say.
you thought you understood
why they came;
your body, your mind
skill or sharpness
one step above the “average”

and you wondered why I stayed.
when you were a closed door,
all thorns and no rose.
all ice and no drink
with words like poison.

I saw the boy beneath the old soul.
your weakness made me love you
quietly, in the dark,
after all the knowledge in the world
was gone
your strength and wit
are beautiful
but only beside
your humanity;
and the glow of wonder
in the eyes of a boy.

8 July 2013

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21.1.11

you have to tell him for me;
words grow dim
beneath such breath
– I am left with unfamiliar tools

hands and lips
of which there was command,
but now
gravity has changed; the rules are reversed.

nothing is as I expect it
and it is nothing short
of marvellous

January ’11

27.11.10

skin
is suddenly
miraculous

November ’10

without words

inside looking out
I struggle with self-denial
weighing up “want” and “need”
hungry as always

you make my words useless
and I’m left without a footing,
having always built walls
and justified feelings

I am uneasy without words,
I must be understood –
I have to understand –
but they become superfluous

the same beat moves through us,
you shine with the same light
and everything just
makes sense

words are too much, too little,
too late
you are the Now
I never want to define.

November ’10

In a pulse

In a pulse
In the way
my heart quickens
in a pang,
in a desperate left-turn sidestep
whirling girligan
hula crazy
absence
what are you finding?
Behind your couch,
in candles blown out

I am finding pieces of you
wrapped up in old socks
held together
with mangy hair-ties,
in between a particle of dust
and a dead fly’s abandoned leg
you are there
or more, what you were
and what you passed to me –
with a sense of martyrdom & legacy
– is becoming slowly my self-awareness,
my left-turn right-march
falling on the floor
jump up dedication,
my strive
and drive

and yes,
In a pulse
In the way my heart quickens
I hear what you taught me
and can no longer uphold,
urging
me onwards
and up.

November ’07

Moves On

I remember your breath
I will remember the death
Of a singular fascinating night
And the way you trembled on the back of my neck
And the way something in me moved
towards the light

Nothing else I can do
Nothing else I want to
I found one home with you
But home moves on
Home moves on

Letting you go on
With your ignorance
You think you know best; and who am I
To deny
So I’ll forget a breath
On the back of my neck
And pretend I don’t know you’ve gone awry

But when I get to my land of plenty
When I go back to the sea
The salt reminds me, of your harshness
There are things expected of me
I can’t stay, I can’t leave
I am looking at the stars
And the gutter is cold

Nothing else I can do
Nothing else I want to
I found one home with you
But home moves on
Home moves on

Letting you go on
With your ignorance
You think you know best; and who am I
To deny
So I forget a breath
On the back of my neck
And pretend I don’t know you’ve gone awry

April ’07


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