Wednesday, 23 May 2012


It was you entirely.
You who taught
the singular mansion
of love, to me: your child,
your boy who nervously
sat still in a sea of convention.

Your Basilica beads were not
for Mary’s crushed child alone.
There was a foetus in that womb,
as you glanced at the Immaculate.

His breathless marble pin-ribs lanced
our muting love in teary-rued cheeks
for what should’ve been high horns.

O mother of earthly care,
how will I heal the doctor
that heals with a heart?

How will I assure the poor
and the rich alike for all
your general and licensed

Saturday, 19 May 2012


Jeremiah was chaffing on
about wheat and how
God got him drunk again

I had sipped cheap blood
I had cuffed my hands
for the first time since figurines

I broke for Him
I ached for Him

I rested my eyes
on a woman’s conduct
that was between business
and causality, coitus longitude

I broke for Him
I ached for her
I ached for Him

Saturday, 12 May 2012


I knew it was new
as it peaked my cheek
and the pigeons did cuddle
in warmth and love

my cheap St. Francis medallion
hung aloft in ever-welcome falsity
that gave me an edge to commodity

Wednesday, 2 May 2012


Bedlam brainsick,
Your mighty heart
Allowed no concession
Of sympathy
For your mighty heart
Stocked up the process
But cleared our conscience

Your requests
Never capitalised
By full or proud intent
Your stories
Sick, sad, and true

Your bovine lines
Scared many a witch
From her sorcery

Your gentleness
Left many a nurse patient
While you finished your cigarette