Some Mute Beast

My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies number 8

Reaching again, stalking this thirst

for who I am, we are

splitting in parts,

raw light leaking

but blind and believing in

sweet

enduring

allowing

death

public slaying

guarded by pulsing spectre

keen eye follows

flickerings

by bee or ant

marching chaotic to unseen nothing

but not because it isn’t there

to nowhere

but not because it isn’t there

only hidden in syrup and crusty flesh

…. nectar lies puddled on the shore, caged in hopeless thought

but the tapping and seeking

silently thrusting

and

tumbling beasts

spiralling downward

wooly rainbows

skein unwinding

through wells of damp

information

landing

repeatedly

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Unlocked Rivers

My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies. This is number Seven.

over dirty feathers

sand pieces and falling sun

o crystal creature

this droplet of flesh

his humbled form

talk is small

small talk

tiny talk

lording over billowed heart

huge

rising

expansive breaking

tidal pushing

midnight reaping

clouds kissing

imaginary

moon

balloon in my chest

bursting

pressing pointed thought

monsters begging

falling from silver like unlocked rivers

circling

universes rolling

stoked by hot song

slack lips

releasing angels

creating to applause and comfortable laughter

swinging monkeys

becoming water

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Listen

 

Ants feet purr over

fleeting

mapless

skin

 

Ear pressed deep,

cheek-plain to grass

a salty paradise

 

Caves of echoing clay

dirt melting

into creases

 

Moulding delicious thoughts in

dark, muddy hands

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Graceful Nonsense

thoughts falling in ladders

downward sloping air

anointed

blessed and breathing tunnels

past poaching pears

and

small

precarious things…

leaning and laughing

tall words

balancing

on lonely blue chairs ….

and there

here

at the highest point

sweet musk curls

inhaling

a graceful nonsense

 

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corners of star

the corners of star

dark

no

sharp

no

the nature is light

the corners of my eye

dark

yes

sharp

yes

believing in contrast

just

for

fun

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Nowhere Man

my feet are lighter than water

and skin

a warm but repetitive thing

gouache spreads, I am riding this light

a dynamic cellular beating lifts and a rush of wing feeds the air

I am the nowhere man

holding the gold with certain eyes, willing the contrast

striking the wrist and peeling the flesh….

kneading morbid thought in silver fists

I AM

pulling grass with smiling ivory

cracking twigs and ribs

knowing

in the desert

in the centre of coral

in the midst of leaking heat

my feet

are lighter

than water

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Your Famous Skin

The Eucalyptic matrix penetrates

drawing forth with curling vapour

a landscape

a kaleidoscope,

my gaze is locked and I am a rocket.

Heaven palms my heart

this angelic celebrity of colour,

paved in golden birthing and now,

this skin, that folds and cups our soles

adorned with tiny birds and diamonds.

My mouth widens and I fall back into stars

swallowing eternity

sweeping in all that is

and clothing me

In

your

famous skin

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