2005 Texts

1. 29 January 2005 – 5:17am
licked smooth
your lips
me straining to touch
myself and you
stiffen to me
as I reach
extend myself
wanting you
to release
come to me
my love
as I come
for you

2. 22 April 2005 – 5:44am
Good morning beautiful world.
Show me your blue-blue eyes.
Show me the silver lining.
Show me your heart of gold.
And I will sing for you.

3. 23 April 2005 – 5:40am
Good morning grey & soggy world.
Jurassic gulls call now
for scraps of time as doves
fluff against the ancient mist.
And here modern man sends his message.

4. 24 April 2005 – 10:50am
G'day from the Lion's Head.
The peak of Satan shrouded
in mists of certainty,
& below all Atlantis lies
beneath the swollen sea
knowing revelation & faith.

5. 25 April 2005 – 6:01am
Good morning happiness.
Be true to me today.
Keep me in your embrace
& lend me grace.

6. 26 April 2005 – 5:40am
Good morning dearest world
of life and love. Bring me
your tears & thunder. Lighten
my burden as you breathe
upon the shores of my body.
Sing for me.

7. 27 April 2005 – 8:35am
G'day from Lions Head.
Below the aging moon
a trawler stitches her occasion.
The breathing sea and laced surf
pray to gods of Atlantis
in my blue deep song.

8. 9 May 2005 – 5:33am
The new day breaks the night
as gulls scream at the baritone
surf. And I lie here
with the impression of you,
and the wrinkled sheet –
your scent buried here.

9. 11 May 2005 – 5:27am
Outside the black night.
At the naked door I pause.
From the balcony of my body
your eyes twinkle in memory
of yesterday's rhythms.
The breakers, the shore.

10. 11 May 2005 – 5:53am
On the keyboard of my thoughts
you lie side by side
in our confusion.
Today is the farewell
that reveals the truth
to your blue eyes,
the grace in mine.

11. 12 May 2005 – 6:55am
Good morning Thursday.
I feel the sap rising,
the weekend in the offing,
tugging at moorings of sobriety,
the shores of society near,
horizons of pleasure,

12. 13 May 2005 – 5:41am
This morning there is poetry
& soapstone clouds.
I see angels there.
Below, gulls shriek at puddles
as if they know no sea.
Such drought I have known,
& you.

13. 15 May 2005 – 5:34am
After noises of night,
a fossil moon sleeps.
Only gulls turn over the masonry
& architecture of morning,
quarrel still with the granite sea,
all of time, & me.

14. 15 May 2005 – 9:42am
G'day at Lion's Head.
A bomber-jacket of mist
ruffs his shoulder.
Below the submarine city sleeps.
And below the submarine sea
blue, waits, moves.
A dog barks.

15. 16 May 2005 – 6:18am
Thank you for your beautiful heart
and its msgs of such love & longing.
We are crags over the valley.
Our voices echo there.
The whispers of our longing carry.

16. 16 May 2005 – 6:21am
Good morning blue Monday.
The week that takes me
to our Kellie, our Tom.
Over the dust of Africa,
over the blue seas,
over the waist of Europe,
to my jewels.

17. 16 May 2005 – 7:18am
At breakfast with the breakers
breaking on the kelp
that floss to & fro
among the jutted fangs of reef
where the bones of driven ships
lie softly on a tongue of sand,
there I dream of you
among the mountains
& valleys of desire,
the lusty peaks
& pillar of intent
that stands proud
in a cold west wind.

18. 17 May 2005 – 5:57am
The apartment beats north
baring fangs to the gale,
the houses,
the mountain,
the sea beats north.
Nothing turns in the voice of the wind.
It is.
My love still.

19. 17 May 2005 – 11:36pm
Over the crest of Hospital Bend,
a bridge frames the harbour
& lights that flicker
as candles offered
to the mother of god
in the air of a great cathedral.

20. 18 May 2005 – 0:03am
Tonight a surf beats
on the anvil of the reef
in foam of spite & rage.
The apartment block trembles
at the venom in its hate.
The gulls are still, and rooted.

21. 18 May 2005 – 5:53am
Stone wheels of surf
rumble from the strand,
an army who would re-occupy the land.
Child-eyed I watch
the ranks of blue & white come on.
Gulls turn axe-lipped.

22. 18 May 2005 – 6:20am
Your chin lifts now to counter
the lens of a bashful eye,
so blue it pierces my heart
as dawn lights my life.
My life.
My life so bare of you.
My life for you.

23. 18 May 2005 – 11:28am
Skilder Skattie lekker,
skilder Skattie skoon.
Skilder Skattie wakker,
skilder Skattie droom?

24. 18 May 2005 – 11:35am
I will take you to heaven,
I will take you to hell.
I will take you to the stars,
to the inside of your mind.
I will always take you with me
in time & untime.

25. 19 May 2005 – 6:47am
Yesterday's sea is spent.
It murmurs on the reef of glory.
The gulls shrill & mock.
The ocean forgets nothing.
She cannot sleep, yawns.
Even now her gut stirs.

26. 19 May 2005 – 2:40pm
Thanks for lunch,
& for your smile.
Thanks for your heart,
& eyes that beguile.
I give you my thanks now
for the future as well,
be it here, or heaven, or hell.

27. 20 May 2005 - 5:01am
Your words come to me on wings of night,
& your love from the centre of the earth.
Your warmth in the sands of night,
aglow from the day,
our love a galaxy.

28. 20 May 2005 – 5:10am
Peace breathes on the shore.
Africa sleeps.
Flaccid Sea Point rests,
but cannot sleep,
needs a last fix
to carry the day.
Looks up & down the street.

29. 21 May 2005 – 6:48am
The feet of God rumble
above the corrugated dawn.
Below, the muted surf.
See the flash of her blue eyes.
Her voice calls the mountains.
Peace, rains, my love.

30. 21 May 2005 – 1:54pm
Sat upon a bollard
I watch a porpoise
thread the trawlered dock
with patterns of delight.
Does she know I see her
naked as the night?
The tug pulls at her warp.

31. 22 May 2005 – 6:06am
Emotions of today replace the night.
Places of departure & arrival.
The long journey resumes.
Sets the love & course.
Chooses the company.
Casts off.

32. 23 May 2005 – 7:54am
A carousel turning me around.
And round & round & round.
Am I lost or am I found?
I know I am profound.
Tom’s in state cos he's late
stuck on a merry-go-round!

33. 23 May 2005 – 8:12pm
Champagne deep in countryside.
Oaks, sheep & grass green as lettuce.
Magpie calls & crow.
Here a thrush in song.
Church bell rings.
High jet threads clouds.

34. 24 May 2005 – 1:26am
Disorderly Hugh blended with Cointreu,
gazes with unfocussed delight
at full moon over riverine shoals.
He thinks of you in delight.
As he loves you,
ever more.

35. 24 May 2005 – 7:58am
Recently sober I gaze at the dock.
The imperial convoy of swan &  cygnets
serenes our stern.
No gull punctuates the brisk air.
The ships sleep languidly,

36. 25 May 2005 – 6:25am
It is a blameless morning here.
The sun has risen above a grey dawn.
The languid river oozes in the ebb.
Oystercatchers pipe.
The fields lie either side.

37. 25 May 2005 – 7:22am
We are under way.
I am at the wheel in the ship channel.
Fields of Suffolk clothe the world on either side.
So this little ship bound for France again.

38. 25 May 2005 – 0:38pm
Alongside at Ramsgate.
Good number of Little Ships here.
Promises to be good weather for us
to slip for France tomorrow.
Meantime certainty of a glass now.

39. 26 May 2005 – 6:49am
We begin.
It is a cool day.
A thin sun looks bleached.
The mild breeze wheezes.
We are called out by our pendant number.
One by one a Little Ship slips out.

40. 26 May 2005 – 7:07am
Each Little Ship passes a lone piper
at the harbour mouth kilted in the forlorn breeze.
The melody braced against the northern air.
So the town salutes the sea.

41. 26 May 2005 – 8:41am
On station now couple of miles off Ramsgate.
Set fair for France.
Settled down to strawberries for breakfast.
Sat on teak deck with happy smile.

42. 26 May 2005 – 9:27am
France in sight, & England.
Making good time with the tide,
& fine sight. All aboard with grins & happy jokes.
You will know how much I am moved
by this joy. X

43. 26 May 2005 – 2:22pm
The coast here is featureless flat & sandbanked.
Dunkirk shows a nuclear powerplant,
refinery, grain silos & other trappings of the age.
We will dock soon.

44. 26 May 2005 – 3:24pm
Waiting in roads off Dunkirk
for 2 big ships to clear the lock.
Taken opportunity to swallow
down lovely bottle of white.
Any more & I will be back to remorse.

45. 27 May 2005 – 6:45am
Our armada is asleep
in the heart of the sleeping town.
Only the rhythm of early traffic
& the tug of a light breeze
at the lines & spring
that hold us, lives.

46. 27 May 2005 – 2:02pm
Cloudless day here, hot.
The English barely decent in their anxiety
to expose larded torso.
The French bemused.
Neither speaks to the other.
Barricaded by age.

47. 27 May 2005 – 10:41pm
Am seriously pissed.
Have eaten nondescript starter,
but watched/listened to divine music in local cathedral.
I am so in love with life,
with you.
So beautiful!

48. 28 May 2005 – 8:57am
Surfaced an hour ago with accompanying head.
Went straight to shower & loo.
Now feeling quite OK with juice and fruit.
Blustery day tugging at lines, nagging.

49. 29 May 2005 – 7:03am
I am on the beach at Dunkirk.
A Westerly arrives from England
with the ghosts. Above,
jet trails dissect the wounded sky.
Gulls stand still at the edge of sea.

50. 30 May 2005 – 5:48am
The fleet awakes.
Steam raised.
Soft rain falls.
No wind.
We slip in an hour.
Kellie & Michael are aboard
for the homebound passage.
We sip coffee.
It is good.

51. 30 May 2005 – 1:27pm
England. White cliffs,
even distant blue skies.
Excellent crossing as sea calm.
Cold airs tho, with hot tea, biltong.
Big container ship crossing ahead.

52. 2 June 2005 – 7:19am
Rain in Bronte Country.
Cathy's tears.
Heathcliffe's breath on the wind.
Dry stone walls drip under the mournful sky.
Sheep huddle.
Green fields of summer soon.

53. 2 June 2005 – 1:24pm
The Shoulder of Mutton by the iron bridge.
Under the flagged fish still as fossils.
A half of bitter so sweet in the rain.
Here Ted wrote of pike & dead sheep.

54. 3 June 2005 – 6:57am
Today a spell breaks.
First love last seen three decades gone.
At The Crown by the church at Stoke.
Where Steve lies still in the yard.
With what Felicity now?

55. 3 June 2005 – 10:13am
A thin sun.
Languid boats lean on warps.
A swan kneads unseen darkness.
Across, a Jurassic crane picks
over the corpse of a warehouse.
Four Dutch boats leave.

56. 4 June 2005 – 7:53am
And so to departure.
To leave the earth.
To bring me home.
Already the sky weeps
old cold sighs of a corpse.
England knows nothing.
Head in clouds.

57. 6 June 2005 – 7:24am
Home is naked & known as her buttock.
Always close & functional.
Familiar lines, that chair, that bed.
I am moulded to the place that I made.
It is me when gone.

58. 6 June 2005 – 11:40pm
This bereft bed is loneliness
without you, broken by family ties
too precious to squander on love.
Stoic in the face of joy.
Unrippled by floods of longing.

59. 7 June 2005 – 6:58am
Winter morning.
Dawn hints.
Complex eyes blink, the block yawns.
Last stars wink.
Gulls tear at the casing of night.
Promise of glory subsides.
I sip tea alone.

60. 7 June 2005 – 6:35pm
Apartment blocks pound out to sea
as people trip across the avenue
bowed to the gods of the storm.
Rush indoors shaking like dogs.
I fetch out siege soup. Tea.

61. 8 June 2005 – 7:02am
Regiments of surf invade the coast
& fling missiles like rain
upon the sheltering street.
Each dart marks
& leaves a silence
among the heavy birds.
Wet weary.

62. 9 June 2005 – 6:11am
Gulls speak alien.
Loud angry gestured as football crowds.
Jeer the world.
Shit on its roof.
Jab push pull rob.
I love their candour.
The unblinking.

63. 10 June 2005 – 6:51am
Words hang around my dream
unemployed & toyi toyi.
It is a dance of joy.
That bares music to my soul –
a nocturne moving me to back off.
Waits another melody.

64. 11 June 2005 – 6:43am
Now the Sabbath,
bleak as the first day.
The light an offertory candle.
But my spirit soars.
It knows only joy.
In flight or grounded reality
it smiles now.

65. 11 June 2005 – 5:03pm
Good afternoon from Lion's Head.
Here in the failing day the winter sun
swallows the remainder of the light.
And night there in the east creeps
towards supper.

66. 12 June 2005 – 6:55am
I hear your call in the wintered street.
The raw tear of wretchedness
where faith is a small candle.
Yet the light is true.
It wavers only in your hand unmoved.

67. 13 June 2005 – 6:08am
Earthmover surf would move Africa.
It wills it.
But Africa bares tooth & lip.
Time watches
& gulls who know nothing
but scraps & dispute,
death, Divine Comedy.

68. 13 June 2005 – 6:45am
Winter rain dances on polka puddles.
Gutters spatter last night's shit & vomit
from the drag. Sea Point's yellow grin gleams.
Stirred, not shaken. Moved, farts.

69. 13 June 2005 - 6:08pm
The ocean lumps up against the shore
today with menace.
Ships scutter to harbour.
Masters rule charts anew.
Course is set by the best cox.
His hand firm. Knows.

70. 14 June 2005 - 0:12am
The triangle engineers to take the strain.
In love it weakens every link.
It falls to the lever that wrenches apart.
Nothing is left but wreckage.
And tears.

71. 14 June 2005 - 0:54am
My heart is here, but my mind has gone
searching for my good morrow.
Already there is an impression of you.
As if parts of you & I dance already
to the rhythms.

72. 14 June 2005 - 6:24am
There is a compass in my life.
It takes in all the world.
Loves spray off Harwich,
soft rain in the Cederberg.
It is a metaphor so constant.
It points to you.

73. 14 June 2005 - 2:40pm
Wet wet wet is the day.
Granite clouds smash over cliffs.
Disintegrate over the valley in showers.
Is the drought sucking its teeth?
Whistling at its foe, rain?

74. 14 June 2005 - 6:37pm
Sour foam scuds  ashore.
Breakers salvo from the West -
the dying day.
In the offing lights fish roller coaster trawls.
A tanker heaves, sighs, heaves to sea.

75. 15 June 2005 - 7:52am
An angel came to me last night.
I know she was because she spoke.
We chatted about this & that amiably.
We took supper together, & wine.
Then we fucked divine.

76. 15 June 2005 - 6:25pm
The beach always windswept
is grey today.
Here the sweep of bay
draws eye to knot of reef
that stands out like a knuckle
of the mailed fist of nighted Africa.

77. 15 June 2005 - 11:14pm
In my bed at night's dark door.
Yesternight, a million nights ago,
we slept in each other
like children held close.
Outside the bright night light of Sea Point.

78. 16 June 2005 - 6:08am
Good morning angel.
Do you hear my whisper on the wind?
Do you see my shadow in the shadows?
Do you smell me in the lavender?
Do you touch me,
taste me now?

79. 16 June 2005 - 6:41am
I see the line of your buttock
in the wave falling into itself.
I swing round at a woman wearing your hair.
I hear your voice in crowds.
Touch you in the wind.

80. 16 June 2005 - 7:02am
I lie here hard up against the sheet
remembering you.
Your impression here still,
hair on the pillow
a bracelet linking longing.
Outside, the gulls also call.

81. 16 June 2005 - 4:21pm
Good afternoon at Lions Head.
It is cold here with a showered mist beginning to form.
A weak sun calls me down
as it too turns into the sea.
Soon a hot bath.

82. 16 June 2005 - 5:58pm
Back home now sitting on the bed
where we lay within each other yesterday.
So empty of your form,
so full of your essence
lingering in the aroma of my mind.

83. 16 June 2005 10:36pm
My head is emptied by TV.
My brain scrambles to leave.
It lurches from each eyeball
as rats from fated ships.
My lids close.
My soul goes to play with an angel.

84. 16 June 2005 10:42pm
Good night darling.
My bed is the Namib.
No flowers bloom yet
nor seed sewn tonight.
Yet it is heavenly here in the universe.
Life beckons us to sing

85. 17 June 2005 - 6:43am
Shallow night.
Unrested dreams gutter still,
but the light is done.
My angel flew close.
I felt her on the wind
as real as all creation.
Those lips. Tongue me.

86. 17 June 2005 - 6:27pm
The sun set this evening ablaze
beneath a pink cardigan of night.
Black against the light
a lone jet climbed
as if with purpose.
I watched it dissolve to grey.

87. 17 June 2005 - 10:40pm
The sea tonight has caught my mood.
She seeks her angel too.
I hear her testing every twist of reef.
She cannot rest.
She cannot sleep.
Only the mountains know.

88. 18 June 2005 - 0:18am
I am so animated by your slip of the tongue
& by the joy of seeing you Sunday,
that I have risen.
Have poured myself a whisky,
snapped off chocolate,
read a poem,
feel at one with you,
cuddle in our love,
smile in the glory,
dance in the mystery,
rejoice in the truth,
bathe in the light,
sing in faith.

89. 18 June 2005 - 6:28am
Dreams of you flood the estuary of our lives
in tide & time.
These waters end our separation.
Now I see plains of hope
& beyond, hills, peaks,
summits of joy.

90. 18 June 2005 - 7:10am
Would that I could help you
with my loving hand.
Take care of things
while you find your feet.
Honour your courage to stand & fight.
Feed your hunger & delight.

91. 18 June 2005 - 1:43pm
A glass of red, avocado, matzos civilises Saturday.
Add to it the paper, the crossword and Chopin.
Outside a cold north-wester chops the sea
& irritates lovers.

92. 18 June 2005 - 4:57pm
A Berber offered six camels for my daughter.
A good price is three
for a wife in Marrakech.
Gentle people, old desert wares.
She tells the West has Islam wrong.

93. 18 June 2005 - 11:50pm
By the fire the bitch stretches.
The heat is on her,
in her. She dreams.
Coals eye the night.
Tomorrow she will admire her indiscretion,
but remember little.

94. 19 June 2005 - 0:00am
Do you dream now darling
of that peace we seek
in the far mountains.
Tomorrow I will find  you there.
I will taste your lip.
Your eye will see my heart's angel.

95. 19 June 2005 - 9:26am
Still wrapped in sheets of night
we speak, angel, in grace, in love.
Outside soft rain seeps against the hills.
You turn to me,
your blue eyes meet my brown.

96. 19 June 2005 - 10:09am
Honey tea & baroque tunes purge
the vine in my vein.
Lighten the mirrored mood of last night.
When I kept a measured distance near.
It was in my head, not fear.

97. 19 June 2005 - 0:44pm
The swollen ocean heaps against the shore.
It licks the kelped reef.
Two girls navigate the rocks.
Voices pipe the orchestrated surf.
Gulls echo.
A dog pees.

98. 19 June 2005 - 0:53pm
In the offing a yacht leans to seaward.
No jib, main alone, she nods to the horizon.
There, a great ship, bone about her bows,
course set, shrugs her shoulders.

99. 19 June 2005 - 1:06pm
Puddles on the promenade,
lie still & deep as the Atlantic.
Monsters lurk there with fin & fang.
Suckered legs will pull you off your trike.
So scream & ride!

100. 20 June 2005 - 6:22am
Good morning sweetheart.
Your kiss woke my dream of you.
"Therefore thou wakest me wisely..."
Others wake too.
Alarms, radio, TV, baths.
Slow rhythms.

101. 21 June 2005 - 8:22am
I find poetry every day
in the rime of promenade
beyond high water.
There I gaze out over that element,
that otherness
that would drown me.
Where my body will.

102. 21 June 2005 - 9:56pm
Somewhere near I hear a tuneless whistle
recalling green tea on my lip.
It sounds of deep contentment
or bottomless ennui.
How does one tell
in candlelight?

103. 21 June 2005 - 10:15pm
Images of you across my screenplayed mind.
I hear your words,
lines as though spoken,
in a dialogue of one.
My reply inaudible,
but you hear between the lines.

104. 21 June 2005 - 10:36pm
Do we see our tears in the rain?
My breath upon the wind?
The taste of you in fruit?
Our odour in the spring?
Your touch in the gentleness of night?

105. 21 June 2005 - 10:42pm
How is love

Love is arched across my life,
held by tensions & drawn
in fingered strings that release
no promise of redemption.
Instead I wait the hour to dawn.

106. 22 June 2005 - 5:54am
The winter solstice turns back.
Dawn lightens with a lusty moon.
The sea restless under the sprung tide,
& me. Seeking solace with my angel.
Her love, her eyes.

107. 22 June 2005 - 11:29am
What rage or road takes the hobbled day
across the meaning of the night?
Does the trussed one feel fetters?
It is the midnight rainbow.
It is the gagged dawn.

108. 23 June 2005 - 6:05am
Good morning Thursday.
No thunder, but now, & now, & now again
surf rumbles along the reef.
Dawn is near.
Stars drowse at the edge of light.
You are near.

109. 23 June 2005 - 6:25am
Stand tall again my love,
an oak against the sky.
Smile my love & know
the road is found.
Laugh my love as we walk it
hand in hand profound.

110. 23 June 2005 - 9:25pm



111. 23 June 2005 - 11:06pm
"We are mortal, balanced on a day..."
The moment of poetry shines no warning light.
No matins bell calls me to prayer.
No restraining hand stays.
No silence.

112. 24 June 2005 - 6:27am
Is our love the metaphor of longing?
Which even death cannot part?
What promise had & held was better?
But still I dream.
Still I wish for my long sought home.

113. 24 June 2005 - 3:55pm
Artificial light shines here. No sun
nor storm tells me the world lives on.
Perhaps I am the last man,
this his desert island?
Thank God it's Friday.

114. 25 June 2005 - 6:06am
Four bells of the morning watch,
beyond the reef the sea.
Has the world tilted a little closer me?
And is that cobalt dawn,
your eyes a light to me?
I pray God.

115. 25 June 2005 - 7:18am
The Mouille Point light calls to heed
the fog. A counter tenor
to distant bass, I know not which.
Within that mist, I know,
the light sounds near,
reefs closer.

116. 25 June 2005 - 5:32pm
How I adore you.
I love your energy.
Your intelligence so bright a flame.
Your grace.
And the world's finest pussy.

117. 25 June 2005 - 11:27pm
I love hearing your voice!
That inquiring hallo.
That lilt of love,
the whisper of it to lift my chin,
to shine my eyes.
So familiar, so distant.
Ever close.

118. 25 June 2005 - 11:34pm
Am suppressing thoughts of your body unsuccessfully.
The form of you. Your left breast's curve.
The flat white plain of your tummy.
Pink lips, wet.

119. 26 June 2005 - 6:36am
The cliff of the apartment block drips
in the unordered rain.
Jetsam of Sea Point staunches drains.
Tributaries meander.
Night people smoke.
The cold sea waits.

120. 26 June 2005 - 6:45am
This morning stiffness begs relief
animated by your passing spirit.
See her there, there with that smirk.
Blue eyes read thoughts like Braille.
Liquid lights.

121. 26 June 2005 - 8:23am
I imagine you busy with the day.
Breakfasting children & yourselves.
The unknown kitchen a figment.
Thoughts of office percolate.
A church bell.
My spirit near.

122. 26 June 2005 - 9:33am
Backing westerly the North wind blusters.
Gulls bracketed turn for purchase
on breathing air.
Above a chopper hacks its inelegant chatter.
Here - Mozart sings.

123. 27 June 2005 - 6:12am
Good morning darling.
Wrestled with sheet and sleep all night
searching for you, wanting you.
But the wind has settled.
The sea broods.
Mars overhead.

124. 28 June 2005 - 4:48am
Words scratched on this prison wall
tell nothing of the beauty here.
Do they mark the surface
of images of pain?
Are the uncounted days checked here,
my poetry?

125. 28 June 2005 - 5:33am
By the ill advised hearth,
as the embers die,
& arguments hear nothing
in the cold drummed night,
no book of verse or history
returns love or charms to thee.

126. 28 June 2005 - 5:41am
The uninvited guest brought in by the dog's bark,
stayed an awkward silence, refused
a drink, upset the balance
of the home, was hustled next door.
Left again.

127. 28 June 2005 - 5:48am
The thing about a sleepless night
is the sleepless day.
The thing about lost love
is the stench of bile in my vomit.

128. 28 June 2005 - 6:03am
On the cold threshold they linger
in decision. Surprised, but showing none,
she asks him in to the expedient place.
Closes their bedroom door, & intimacy.

129. 28 June 2005 - 3:02pm
Today has held my skull in its teeth.
Lanced my eyes.
Ripped my heart from me.
Poured sand in my throat.
Cut it.
Broken my fingers, my nose.
Fucked me.

130. 29 June 2005 - 6:25am
The siren's voice more distant in the hills.
Cut me loose.
Take my hand.
Yes, my legs steady now.
Cheeks unstitched of tears.
I hear music on the wounded air.

131. 29 June 2005 - 12:06pm
Venus & Mercury embrace above the burning West.
Saturn close, bright, watches, reflects.
Headlights wash the road,
each bend recoils.
Elastic night connects.

132. 30 June 2005 - 5:54am
The lulled day at last.
All but a solitary gull, sleep.
It too is hoarse.
Tomorrow the year's other half.
The sun turning south.
Lighten my eyes.
O God, smile.

133. 30 June 2005 - 6:23pm
My apartment welcomes me.
Flings wide its arms, embraces me.
Fixes me a drink,
cares I had a good day.
Nods, frowns when I bring home shit.
We are best mates.

134. 1 July 2005 - 6:07am
The weathered year turns its face
to smile. Soon fynbos carpets spring
& right whales come. At dusk last
I saw an early spout,
edelweiss on winter's sea.

135. 1 July 2005 - 6:35pm
The air is cold tonight, stars glint
as blades. People talk like smoking guns,
hot words. Already blood spills
in Sea Point, angry Friday
finds the weekend.

136. 2 July 2005 - 6:06am
What is faith? Well, Grace,
it is the victory over fear.
That fear that the truth
is not true. That our love is not love.
That you have forgotten me.
Of death.

137. 2 July 2005 - 6:54am
These perfect winter days the world seeps & drips.
The sea pregnant blue, knows the season.
From the mountain I am Gulliver.
My astonishment touches horizons.

138. 2 July 2005 - 2:34pm
This glass of cabernet & the perfect
afternoon close to harmony. Besides
the violin piece to accompany viola surf,
& such peace when mind & body
know one another.

139. 2 July 2005 - 3:35pm
Ships course in arcs across longitudes.
They move with constellations
in diurnal majesty.
No man visible.
Lifeless in my telescope,
cold in mystery.

140. 2 July 2005 - 8:56pm
Waterfront fishing boats warped & sprung,
sleep. The nightspot looks down unseen.
A woman stands at the railing,
draws on her cigarette,
a tear on her cheek.

141. 3 July 2005 - 6:29am
Kisses remain. Remind me of lips.
Lips. Lips to touch my heart.
Muse now. Travel the highways
of my mind, take no offramp
to what might be.
This is my poetry.

142. 3 July 2005 - 6:37am
The mountain calls me to its bosom.
I must go. It contains peace.
There are seats for souls' rest.
There eyes balance on the horizon's edge.
Let's go, here 8am.

143. 3 July 2005 - 10:28am
G'day at Lion's Head.
Haze smoking the horizon, grey.
The sky faded denim, washed out.
Winter's sun on my shoulder,
a warm hand. Below
the cold grey sea waits.

144. 3 July 2005 - 3:03pm
A glass of wine shattered at lunch,
prone now by the barren plates.
The customers gone and the last notes
of the dying song.
I sip cappuccino, wipe my moustache.

145. 4 July 2005 - 5:41am
Big seas of my dreams drumroll the coast.
Tympani of stretched hide & cymbal
erodes my sleep to bedrock reef.
There, palpitations of bitterness
boil & bubble.

146. 4 July 2005 - 5:54am
One week back Monday awoke in happy poetry.
No gut movement warned
this foolish heart.
Dreams of you transfixed
racked longing. Bones cracked
by cold midnight.

147. 4 July 2005 - 11:59pm
Weary now & the night unslept.
Can I rest this restless heart?
What blood courses my burning brain,
stays a hand to touch
that cheek & wipe that tear.

148. 5 July 2005 - 5:47am
Does hurt turn to hatred?
When every day contains yesterday
& tomorrow already devoured by grief.
The mask I wear.
What loveliness I would reveal.
What passion.

149. 5 July 2005 - 6:15am
Old night leaks west, flushed
& worn as a condom.
Flotsam bumps against the promenade.
Huddled benches stretch & yawn,
piss against the wall.
Jetsam back again.

150. 5 July 2005 - 8:22pm
Camps Bay beach at sunset
with the SE Trade raw about the Apostles,
draws this stroller to muffled soup.
Dogs to butcher's bones,
me to thoughts of you.

151. 6 July 2005 - 5:29am
Restless sea condemned forever
to shatter on the reef.
Yet the music of it rests
me. Its theme constant
in variations of monotony.
Such tireless ages of trust.

152. 6 July 2005 - 6:20am
That woman making a documentary
about women, has discarded man.
Condemned him.
Lumped him with ugliness & sin.
Wrenched his manhood from him.
Affirmed nobody.

153. 6 July 2005 - 9:11am
Inhale the narcotic perfume
of the publisher's warehouse.
There the ranked best-seller potters.
There pulped fiction remainders.
There royalty made common.

154. 6 July 2005 - 11:12pm
What terrible fear would abandon
the love of life?
That sacred name set in the past, now dead?
What sanctified passion would grace such love?
What man endure?

155. 7 July 2005 - 6:57am
Dreams abandoned as wrecks on endless coasts
where children play in imagined terror
or laughter. There, I lean against the sternpost,
bare to heaven,
and weep.

156. 8 July 2005 - 5:01am
The kisses have gone.
Memory fades to ghosts of time.
Poetry too, now unamused.
The metaphor is light.
How it helps the sighted.
The cave behind.
Eyes opened.

157. 8 July 2005 - 5:48am
Traffic along Beach Rd
has the natural ebb & flow
of the tide it borders.
Were it not for the odd speedster
or the seventh set.
Above, the intergalactic clouds.

158. 9 July 2005 - 4:40am
Did you see God's ear last night?
Two studs as bright as Venus or Saturn
& hung on thread so fine
none could see, the edge of Moon.
Beneath, the breathing sea.

159. 9 July 2005 - 5:08pm
Here, at the level of the sea,
I sit on ancient shards of reef
that reach in to the guts
of drowning. The horizon is torn ribbons of surf.
I breathe deep, doze.

160. 9 July 2005- 5:42pm
Across the bay, guarded by tide,
the island lies a leper.
Near, a merchantman lifts & settles
to the loins of sea
in sensual rhythm.
What port will she come to?

161. 10 July 2005 - 10:51am
60 million years ago
this table stood six times higher.
Where we walk was deep within
its smoldering heart. Did T-Rex roar
above when men were hardly mice?

162. 11 July 2005 - 5:45am
No tears now.
Endless sands lost
under an aching sky.
I saw a caravan step slowly
across distance.
Desert blue sparkles like thirst.
My dream's mirage, my tear.

163. 11 July 2005 - 6:00am
I sleep alone as though
this my early grave.
Without you near, Grace, to know
a human touch.
Denial is a monkish habit
and I wear no cowl
to hide myself, O God.

164. 12 July 2005 - 6:10am
As I arrived home last night
late, the ochre moon set in ink.
A sudden sadness as if I too was passing
to another side, where you are not.
& memories are sepia.

165. 12 July 2005 - 11:49pm
In the torso of my bed
I snuggle the sheets. Yes, I remember
your perfume, the depth of you.
What does it mean
to hear the ocean in a shell,
now empty of life?

166. 13 July 2005 - 5:17am
Rock shandy at Mouille Point Light
as the sun sets perfectly.
Then the night at last brightening
the dark days. Poetry there throughout.
My constant emotion.

167. 13 July 2005 - 7:07am
It's cooler this morning,
enough to unbare my body.
I love the freedom
of nakedness, how it undresses
the mind. Exhibition & inhibition.
Hiking nature kaalgat.

168. 14 July 2005 - 6:06am
As if lit by distant suns
boats fish the balcony of night.
Above, stars deliberate the restaurant
as we pick sushi. Small fry
netted to oak board.
Sea smacked.

169. 15 July 2005 - 5:58am
Memory of you etches deep.
Each day reveals unknown strata
as we take the path
where faith & hope
alone dare. I thought
I would be strong,
but, God, I need you.

170. 16 July 2005 - 7:04am
Dawn promises the day.
Already joggers sweat the promenade
at the bitter end of faded night.
A balconied man clears his throat
of last night's pleasures.

171. 16 July 2005 - 7:49am
The congruence of abed & sipping
in morning sounds & light,
that warmth we have
but cannot share. That touch of love,
that defining kindness,
lifts my heart.

172. 16 July 2005 - 8:00am
Poetry is in us all, & music.
Loosen the bonds.
Seek the extra-ordinary,
accept the mundane canvas.
Paint your vision.
Time is short.

173. 17 July 2005 - 5:24am
I miss your soft mouth, your tongue.
Your athlete's  supple body, the curves
so definitive. Your breasts, nipples
touching my chest.
Your face, your blue eyes.

174. 17 July 2005 - 5:49am
Inside the litter bin torn logos
sponsor Olympians & football stars.
Often a smear of ketchup remains
& crust & sinew.
These are prizes
harvested by night.

175. 17 July 2005 - 8:23am
Good morning at Lion's Head.
The berg wind is cool here,
but the east is warm & bright.
Two tugs return to dock.
Three ships in the offing.
A starling nearby.

176. 17 July 2005 - 10:38am
Lyrical Liz lampoons
in block capitals
to be heard, or sensed in some other way.
Who knows the working of her mind?
Some say she is a thinker.
(Not a stinker!)

177. 18 July 2005 - 7:34pm
Between poetry & constipated prose
this page lies gifted to one half
of an empty head.
That sinister knowledge that is only right,
writes thus.
Breathes, dies.

178. 19 July 2005 - 6:51am
Ingrid Jonker drowned herself
this day four decades beneath
Three Anchor Bay.
How tempting it is,
that peace beyond this veneered shore.
All embracing sea.

179. 19 July 2005 - 10:02am
The beautiful vase topples, smashes.
A thousand years of love invested.
Each fractured piece sparkles, a jewel.
My heart too weeps with the flood.
What flowers!

180. 19 July 2005 - 12:49pm
A beautiful vase topples, smashes.
Ten thousand years of love invested.
Each fracture sparkles blue, diamante.
What butterfly?
What chrysalis?

181. 20 July 2005 - 7:00am
This NW gale bellows molten steel.
The mountain remains.
A mane of cloud, ruff exposed.
Troglodytes dig deeper.
Expecting the blue blade.

182. 21 July 2005 - 5:16am
Sunny days are coming.
I sense a quickening,
deeper pulse,
wider smile,
frank blue eyes
that look at me with grace.
I melt in that warmth,
turn toward my home.

183. 22 July 2005 - 5:23am
Full moon lights undressed night.
Below, the bawdy city lights
invite customer & comparison.
Distance gives perspective.
Above, galactic astonishment reflects.

184. 23 July 2005 - 8:01am
Where shall we dine tonight?
Somewhere we will talk,
the ambience warm & welcome,
quiet & gentle with cuisine
to match? Your thoughts?
Beyond Expectations?

185. 23 July 2005 - 1:26pm
A Tibetan monk, carved maroon & gold,
is not alone. He tells me
to detach, to free my soul.
Attachments bar love.
Reason cares for self not others.
I know it.

186. 24 July 2005 - 7:41am
I missed you last night.
Came home to a cold bed
with music of the day
echoing far reaches of my heart.
Those harmonies that touch embrace
when eye meets eye.

187. 24 July 2005 - 7:51am
Smoking surf, smoldering sea.
Yesterday brought harmony to my ear.
Discord confined to distant valleys,
electric thunder, burnt flesh.
Now you.
Hold me.

188. 24 July 2005 - 12:12pm
G'day at Graaf's Pool.
The sea is gruel today, smoldering.
In the offing a yacht motoring.
Ship hulldown breaches horizons.
Seal's flipper waves, not drowning.

189. 25 July 2005 - 7:10am
Suddenly silence.
Gulls mute.
No traffic, no engines,
no brakes.
No telephone.
No radio, no TV.
The sea is silent, surf.
No tap drips.
The universe breathes in.

190. 26 July 2005 - 10:27am
Every hour my soul seeks hers.
Finds only murmurs.
Sees her blue eyes
in deepening
Touches memory of lips.
Palpitating thirst.
Stone river.

191. 27 July 2005 - 6:22am
Satisfied suburban silence
means nothing here. Always dispute.
Be it tireless foundrymen of the reef,
or nagging taxi toot.
Hers ignores, unlike Thomas More's.

192. 28 July 2005 - 06:01am
The iron world dead.
Ringing quiet.
Thoughts litter.
Helpless in the wind.
moved by such stars
as blind blue eyes.

193. 28 July 2005 - 11:08pm



194. 29 July 2005 - 7:11am
Good morning Friday!
Familiar footprint of this beached week.
We dine tonight by fishing boat sea.
That harbour of boyish joy
where my heart sings
in parables.

195. 30 July 2005 - 5:23am
Silence mars nothing,
lends dignity to noise.
But I hear your voice
in every empty chamber.
A whisper lifts my chin,
strains my ear,
begs to hear
my music,

196. 30 July 2005 - 6:21am
Grace, do you hear my tears?
Have you forsaken me?
This flame.
This light.
These cupped hands.
This prayer that waits.
This night.
This home.
Empty of you.

197. 30 July 2005 - 6:43am
The seventh day.
Set aside, reflective of glory,
of week weariness
more? That espresso, Giovanni,
I will need it soon.
Do you find your bed
softer on Saturdays?

198. 31 July 2005 - 8:03am
I hear your voice
in old bold words,
chiselled in mantras
of love I keep
castled beyond this moat
of tears. The silence tomb like,
amplifies its clarity,
my love.

199. 31 July 2005 - 8:21am
My spirit sings in this caged year,
melodies so haunting
you will weep at that gate
home. Perhaps my song beguiles so,
your portcullised heart
has lost the key?

200. 31 July 2005 - 10:18am
G'day at Lion's Head.
This place signalled time
to a longituded master.
His ship tethered
to the carapace of Africa.
Now we know where its at,
but are lost.

201. 1 August 2005 - 5:31am
Yesterday from Red Hill's shoulder,
Mum & I watch the grey ship
end her rimed voyage.
Brass music lifts on an air.
A Buzzard balances,
watches too.

202. 2 August 2005 - 6:54am
What hurt drives her to turn from men?
I heard too that hurt men turn to men.
Although my pain cuts deep,
I know she is there,
my Grace.
I will find her love.

203. 2 August 2005 - 7:15am
I will take you there
when you are ready.
Does it matter how or when?
Grace: are you listening? I am.
Listening to a vast astonishment.
Listening to our hearts.

204. 2 August 2005 - 6:29pm
The sea black, bruised
by a blooded west,
lumps ashore,
swills the gleaming reef.
Capricious gulls strut & flap
at littered carrion
of a plastic city.
Sun sets.

205. 3 August 2005 - 6:18am
Good morning!
Peace breathes from the welled sea.
I lie here with rhyme & reason,
bound by dreams of yesternight.
Thinking how the world will be
when happy.

206. 3 August 2005 - 1:57pm
I feel you near.
Probably wrong: must be a sky,
so blue now, & the sea,
banked by southern clouds.
The Helderberg serene,

207. 3 August 2005 - 10:15pm
Candlelit ketchup curves to stabbed forks,
couples to the intervening salad
in circular argument.
Outside the street is silent.
People mouth, laugh
to the beat.

208. 4 August 2005 - 6:24am
The poet, sensitive as a sail
to any whisper, spoke,
then read from the gut
of his trust where each word
is a bead of sweat or lust.
I know the line is truth.

209. 4 August 2005 - 7:36pm
I know you're thinking of me
too. Is it a little gust
that makes one turn?
Or you catch somebody's eye
& it's as if we spoke.
Yesterday it was a woman's hair.

210. 5 August 2005 - 5:05am
That oyster with its pearl,
perfect as a tear of semen:
surf sobbing on the stern shore.
This totem to a lost god.
All the while Grace watches
how I fuck up.

211. 5 August 2005 - 11:32pm
The late night still.
Alpha Centauri & Beta
pointing deep south.
Home in the depth.
Always true, endless surf
deus ex machina.
I lose count, laugh.

212. 6 August 2005 - 7:35am
Soggy sky heavy as tripe.
My heart, too, offal.
These glum days contrast.
Hopeless grin of nameless streets
left as I walk out
up the hillside of dreams.

213. 6 August 2005 - 12:39pm
That fine thread lit from eyes
to eyes across the galactic bar,
dilates such tides as gravitate bodies,
desires, & unclothe memories,
tastes of your sweet lips.

214. 7 August 2005 - 1:18am
In this small hour
thoughts of you linger
between the white sheets.
Your voice beyond my echoed ear.
It is cold,
but the hearth remembers the fire,
as I do you.

215. 7 August 2005 - 7:51am
Where this ocean infuses me,
there, in the depths of meaning,
do our currents meet.
We cannot defuse that.
It is done.
That tide & cycle of life
is our lore.

216. 7 August 2005 - 8:14am
Good morning.
An uncharitable grey shroud
wraps Lion's Head.
Here below, a great wash of ocean
churns & turns ashore.
I sip honeyed tea in bed,
warming to you.

217. 7 August 2005 - 3:00pm
The adagio of the Emperor,
if you would touch me
touch me there,
forgives, redeems.
I heard you then too.
Was it a child's voice that called?
Such love adored.

218. 7 August 2005 - 10:42pm
Slangkop Light makes its point
at the NW gale. Under the zinc roof
we listen as counterpointed harmonies
overtone the rapping rain.
The sax arches his back.

219. 8 August 2005 - 5:49am
No birds sing.
Herring gulls admire the storm
tight-lipped. Sea Point embeds itself,
listening to the westing foundry.
Does not look.
Tastes steel in the wind.

220. 8 August 2005 - 6:08am
The subterranean sea, my love,
of crystal clarity, so pure, so deep,
known to us alone,
where we draw life.
The well unfathomable.
The galaxy of tears.
So blue.

221. 9 August 2005 - 9:09am
The storm spent.
Night given to day.
Woman to woman.
Now a pilchard boat embraces the sea,
casts her purse,
trawls her loins,
nets that bounty.
Such feminine men.

222. 9 August 2005 - 2:07pm
Children cartoon across the lawn,
balloon & bounce,
populate silence,
press their boundaries,
call the world
with the voice of God.
Do you remember that time?

223. 9 August 2005 - 5:28pm
What heart stitches these words here?
Do you see poetry
in the gull's bent wing?
The rhyme is God's reason.
She told me so
when I last saw her bright eyes.

224. 9 August 2005 - 6:43pm
To the west funereal draped clouds
shroud a perfect silver shilling.
Beneath it, suspended by a breath,
ships lights feel the curtained horizon.
Tomorrow, rain.

225. 10 August 2005 - 6:14am
Bottom line of my marriage
written today. Who is the ass?
Lawyer's day.
Play on words, meanings lost.
Money, property, bared bones.
All juices dry, hoarse.

226. 10 August 2005 - 6:19pm
The wheel turns
& the day.
Sadness with every sunset.
A reminder.
The clock ticks.
Candles burn.
Hourglass sand
emptying, refilling
the oasis of time.

227. 11 August 2005 - 8:08am
Lawyers are not poets,
trade in the meaning
of lies by common cause.
Cliché courts innuendo to obscure
judgement. Ranked benches keep
hierarchies of deceit.

228. 12 August 2005 - 6:09am
Why see seven wonders only
in this vast astonishment?
Take any arc.
Naked eye.
Micro, telescope.
Focus anywhere.
There, in that detail,
that pattern,
see joy.

229. 12 August 2005 - 6:28am
What vertigo of sound
echoes from the breathing sea
this morning? As if Africa
herself breaches.
Southern Rights like tadpoles.
Sea Point a pussy pimple

230. 13 August 2005 - 6:44am
Postberg spring.
Each every bloom drawn,
reflecting God's burning eye,
light listening to forever.
The gemsbok lifts his magnificent horns
over a magic carpet.

231. 14 August 2005 - 7:03am
Is the poet in me a bastard?
Undresses foliage,
debags dreams,
sniffs rank holes,
weeps on sight,
is blue at night,
cunt struck,
heinous penis,
vol kak.

232. 14 August 2005 - 7:30am
This dawn is a song
of birds. Gulls are muted
in the ear of rising melodies.
As if a mountain stream
fell here through cliffs & gutted
on the sea-shelled shore.

233. 15 August 2005 - 6:16am
Eyes like lightning flash
from her overcast head.
She speaks words of thunder,
her sorrows rain
on the world.
Such passions that turn on
the axle of desire.

234. 16 August 2005 - 6:23am
What demolition do I need,
O Jericho? Who would trumpet me?
Or am I Carthage
to be ploughed under
by Roman metaphors?
This northern man riding
the wooden horse.

235. 17 August 2005 - 7:03am
Africa sleeps still & the sea.
It snores, splutters, turns
along lathered shores.
I must rise & bow
to this day's rule,
scrape night from my beard,
sail on home.

236. 17 August 2005 - 7:41am
without a woman
is not home" - ZenJen.
So, Grace, I hear
the wind, voices, callings.
And you, your silence
the blade of night,
when will you speak?

237. 17 August 2005 - 11:45pm
There's a well in a dry country
that's deep as the sky.
It never runs dry.
Its water lights the eye,
you breathe, you sigh.
Taste it before you pass by,
or die.

238. 18 August 2005 - 6:49am
Cold steel night.
Sea Point rigid
with hoar frost.
Now unblanketed morning exposes
lost stars. People steam
like horses in avenues.
Watch across espresso dawn.

239. 18 August 2005 - 6:00pm
Radio star climbs clouded airs,
advertises tongued messages
on the shores of reality.
There the gay surf sparkles
over sundowner eyes
that welcome hot night.

240. 19 August 2005 - 6:14am
Full frontal moon sets.
The ocean reaching up the shore
to embrace her,
fingers of kelp sliding back
helpless hopeless.
On the promenade
a sleeping box snores.

241. 20 August 2005 - 5:18am
Full moon over the bay last night
turned light
like a shilling
in a wishing well.
Reflecting too my pleas
to bewitching Grace
of all saints eve,
her blue moons.

242. 21 August 2005 - 5:34am
On what stage do we play?
Such dramas of the heart or sinew
that hurtle from the stars.
Last night a breathless moon,
empty of expression,
balanced on my gaze.

243. 21 August 2005 - 6:02am
A solitary gull spanners open
a crack of dawn.
Another joins it in dispute
of alien rights & protocol.
Measuring trajectories of territory.
Harvesting futures.

244. 21 August 2005 - 7:07am
I looked at your photograph
yesterday. Still my heart pounds.
Your beauty so measures my height.
The taste of lipped memories,
your chin towards the moon.

245. 21 August 2005 - 10:05am
Gunmetal sea.
Battleship sky
reflects slumbering wars,
long dead tars
shot from topgallants
breathe gullets of the deep.
There, fish school drowned grey men.

246. 22 August 2005 - 6:05am
Sea Point mute this morning,
it's facade lifted
to sponged rain.
Compelled by flood,
unknown substances gob,
twist, gutter, drain.
Traffic snails,

247. 23 August 2005 - 5:52am
Last night, beneath the rain,
voices of Africa bore
waters of words,
such stars as blind the night.
The sleeping muse
woke the sleeping.
I heard angels smile.

248. 23 August 2005 - 6:03am
Your cupped hands hold the flame
that is me. My eyes light
the cave. My heart is your muse,
my face tattoos God's knuckle.
My tears are memories
of divinities.

249. 23 August 2005 - 6:21am
Why is your silence deafening?
Is that pounding unheard?
Words drip from me.
The tap faulty.
I balance God on my head,
wear stars like rings, necklaces.

250. 23 August 2005 - 6:04pm
Do you remember joy?
I often wonder,
so suffused we were,
I am, "that thoughts of thee
suffice to make dreams
truths, fables histories".
The arbour at Joyce's?

251. 23 August 2005 - 6:16pm
Molten sky, cold steel sea.
Would I be happier?
This ideology, the poetry
that is the  hand
of God, now has to say goodbye.
She waves beneath the waves.

252. 23 August 2005 - 6:34pm
What symmetry describes silence?
Is it perfect pitch?
A single perfect note
cutting the edge of time
like the fifteenth rosary?
I could wish to hear you sigh.

253. 23 August 2005 - 7:34
Do you find it astonishing that
the plate you ate from
will likely outlast you?
Perhaps a daughter will lay claim,
or a son consign to trash?
Or a dealer covet?

254. 23 August 2005 - 8:42pm
Despite your silence
that I find so,
so hard to bear,
I love you,
ache for you,
miss you
as I would my eyes or tongue.
I pray we may find each other

255. 24 August 2005 - 6:33am
This patient year tries us yet.
August mostly done,
still it shuffles,
plods down the calendar.
But the sap is rising.
Swallows scimitar  peaks,
fynbos blooms.

256. 25 August 2005 - 6:24am
Zoe leaves Saturday,
Tom Monday.
CT International is ugly.
Kings X,
Paris Nord,
these are stations,
not wept terminals.

257. 25 August 2005 - 7:03am
From my naked balcony
bare-arsed surf
rolls on reefed beds.
Ever voiced gulls
sever night from dawn,
reconnect the day.
There is poetry in it all,

258. 26 August 2005 - 5:43am
1. Cape storms without.
Element of earth,
element of water.
Clamour of cold war,
disputed shore.
Wind in full throat:
gulls, mice, men, mute.
Traffic whispers.

259. 26 August 2005 - 5:57am
2. Cape storms within.
These windows,
soul's portals
painted earth,
see everlasting sea.
Great waters dispute tears,
dawn stayed East.
Sunny, at last it's you.

260. 27 August 2005 - 6:58am
The day changes.
Cold wind on cheeks
flushed now dawn lipped.
Distance calls, beginnings, endings.
Voyages of trust & hope,
flights of heart & head,
of lovings.

261. 28 August 2005 - 9:48am
G'day at Lions Head.
After the storm
minestrone sea
returns to blue.
Beyond, the island surfaces salt-sudded.
A tanker worries white bone water,
dips her head.

262. 29 August 2005 - 8:57am
These metaphors of life's poetry
that crowd imaginations.
I could wish you this rain.
It touches me, my skin.
I peel the orange,
beneath the kernel,
hot love.

263. 29 August 2005 - 9:09am
This cafe of the gods
where four decades ago or five,
I came for hooks,
lead sinkers
& lines of gutted nylon.
So too now the false note,
superficial Olympians.

264. 29 August 2005 - 6:38pm
Called to sunset
by prayers of night
the muezzin lifts
his voice in falling light.
Soles of the faithful revealed.
Foreheads tread pavements.

265. 30 August 2005 - 6:30am
Was it sleep that dreamed?
A dream within a dream?
Then the dawn,
the menstrual morning,
a commonplace of metaphor,
of cycle,
of moonchild,
meaning we turn to.

266. 31 August 2005 - 6:17am
Last of August ebbs wetly done.
Now flower hosts gather
in fields of gold & white.
Here & there imperial purple
& red flashes officer armies
of the sun gods.

267. 31 August 2005 - 6:32am
The rhythm of our hearts
is the beat of life
accelerated by danger & delight,
fuelled by hope & prayer.
It is the vast astonishment,
We are that.

268. 1 September 2005 - 6:21am
I found a clever phrase,
then lost it
when you touched me,
changed my vision to sight,
to focus delight
in you.
How my heart reads
the poetry of your smile

269. 1 September 2005 - 6:30am
The line defines your lip, your hip.
It draws my eye.
It is enough, often,
to take me to the whole.
As if a blueprint were revealed
in the detail
of a nipple.

270. 2 September 2005 - 6:58am
Tomorrow we walk among trees.
O Great Tsitsikamma!
I smell your breath,
mists of song in the heights.
Valleys of sense,
sensitivity, sensual stars,

271. 3 September 2005 - 12:45pm
I pass the road to the mountains,
to the mountains further on.
Sea behind me, the coast ahead.
Now the bent gull sings
& the air lifts.
There is peace nearby.

272. 4 September 2005 - 5:35am
Pitch of night by the Indian seas.
Drift among the stars & trees.
How I long with grace for thee.
My life & surf tumbling.
There, the distant pulse of dawn.

273. 4 September 2005 - 5:57am
The lapa quiet,
embers eye the night.
This world sleeping on the coast
of dawn. Surf rumbling
through thatched trees,
birds silent in tucked dreams.
Men snore.

274. 5 September 2005 - 6:23am
Frogs' & toads' sonar echoes
across the valley.
Here & there assegai & hard pear
dispute ancient fern rights.
Old maiden yellow-woods droop sad bridal veils.

275. 6 September 2005 - 11:29am
Deep within the forest
submarine light points
to ferns by a stream's
determined rush.
A small bird's song at matins
in dawn's cathedral
answers my heart's call.

276. 6 September 2005 - 11:36am
In the curve of the hill
the distant mast of the other world.
Behind the ribs of the sleeping mountain.
The valley of Venus below,
the beating heart,
peace now.

277. 7 September 2005 - 6:45am
Last night by the cooking fire
that warmed our hearts,
a new moon cupped
lovely Venus & jovial Jupiter
in the forest night.
Did you see that mystery
of grace?

278. 7 September 2005 - 9:52am
Plettenberg Bay distant
from the high country.
Here be eagles.
The woods too below,
hidden honey,
streams of tannin
brown as a stallion's eye.
The peace of it.

279. 8 September 2005 - 6:28am
It is twilight.
Song here at the edge
of day & the deep
old forest near.
Two stars in magenta shine.
Embers glow in last night's fire.
I sip honeyed tea,

280. 8 September 2005 - 7:44am
I will touch your hills & valleys tonight.
I will bathe in your eyes.
I will feel your depth.
In the night we will sleep,
as babes of the wood.
Streams of life.

281. 9 September 2005 - 6:41am
Coming home.
The roller-coaster road
cropped with spring.
Denim blue mountains
fade in my eye.
See home in the mind
constructed of dreams & concrete.
The shore.

282. 10 September 2005 - 6:58am
Sea Point, slack-jawed, looks seaward,
scratches its arse,
sniffs its fingers,
remembers odours of the night,
forgets with whom,
checks wallet, jewels.

283. 11 September 2005 - 10:18am
G'day at Lions Head.
Sleeping city below,
slumbering sea.
In the roads six ships
lean on the breeze.
The island surfaces.
A pair of rooivalk turn on a view.

284. 11 September 2005 - 10:52am
Whale just off Bantry Bay waves,
shows off her tail,
slaps the sea.

285. 12 September 2005 - 5:43am
Orion in the west here
above the gnashing surf.
Tsitsikamma last Monday,
another paradise this.
Spring flowers bridal the Lion's Head.
Gardens everywhere
& sea.

286. 13 September 2005 - 6:02am
Can you forget a face?
Yesterday we sat opposite,
talked over the coffee table
as we often had.
She relaxed, animated by her trip, amiable.
Our marriage dead.

287. 14 September 2005 - 5:29am
I stand on my balcony of dawn,
naked as the night.
Breathe in the ozone ocean air,
hear sheaves of surf.
Smile now. Reflecting a happy day
not done.
Cool blue.

288. 15 September 2005 - 6:35am
Yesterday kissed me
in its sudden wetness
after Tuesday's promenaded sun.
It could be a general metaphor,
that poet's use,
for life & love?
The blue-eyed boy.

289. 16 September 2005 - 5:25am
I watch a chef clap Nan,
slap it on the tandoor wall.
The rhythm of an ancient cycle.
Conversation led by concupiscence,
curry & cucumber.
The hot night leches.

290. 16 September 2005 - 7:21pm
Last of the day sinks
into night. Sea Point's lashes
flutter. Sits at the bar,
legs crossed for now.
Sucks a Jack Daniels,
for now. Silently farts.
Believe me.

291. 17 September 2005 - 5:58am
A moon, bridal veiled,
sets over the reef.
Were this Paradise,
I could wish for more.
You in the East,
the sun a promise.
Singularities in blue.

292. 17 September 2005 - 9:08am
Languid as early breakfast,
kelp fingers the tempted wharf.
Cape Fur seals yawn
at the mountain,
slump back on the pontoon
like sacks of beer.
Bunting, flags.

293. 17 September 2005 - 10:36pm
These are tears of joy.
These the hands touched by poetry.
These the lips sweetened in song.
These the feet listening to the wind.
This the heart given to you.

294. 17 September 2005 - 11:02pm
Who shall say where
the ocean meets the sea?
How often have I looked
to the sea & sky to find your eyes?
Or listened to the wind
breathing in my hair?

295. 18 September 2005 - 6:04am
This mountain dark against the East,
resilient in the liquid light,
is the line of Earth
set against Heaven,
the curve of the goddess
who bends her sensual ass.

296. 18 September 2005 - 6:50am
The round of gorgonzola moon
balanced on a rim of haze,
seeks peace in a far night.
Dissolves into the grey sea
that flushes the reef
beneath my feet,

297. 18 September 2005 - 9:23am
A woman's voice singing
drifts in the airs about the block.
Gulls counterpoint heckle hackle.
She does not falter,
the music carries her forward,
windward soul.

298. 19 September 2005 - 6:35am
This dawn awakes
the divine in me.
A clarity of bells
lucid in seeping light
as if the second coming
were true & now.
Sea Point too stirs,
puts her pants on.

299. 19 September 2005 - 11:13pm
Wee dram o' Hankey,
Pathetique as smooth,
wrinkled forehead
puzzling our love.
How the gods have led us
a pretty chase!
Shown us the key
& the gate,
the garden.

300. 20 September 2005 - 6:33am
The poet says silence
is the perfect rhyme.
Or is blindness?
Or what sense lost
is poetry?
Or all? Being sentient is
corruption of creation?
Is God meditating?

301. 21 September 2005 - 6:14am
Does absence make the heart fonder?
Not mine. I am gnawed at
by worrying dogs.
Images of you spirit
like flames into a cold dark night.
I smell flesh burn.

302. 22 September 2005 - 6:35am
This morning, fresh with anticipation,
awaits the coming day
its beauty,
its heat,
touch of its smile,
depth of its blue.
My soul, my body,

303. 23 September 2005 - 7:32am
In chaos of destruction
comes awful harmony.
Tarrantino's ballet of death,
a supernova's blast,
impel eye, mind, heart.
Intensity of life
rages in catharsis.

304. 24 September 2005 - 5:19am
Tentative song from an early bird
echoes between slumbering apartment blocks.
Lumbering surf & low cloud
echo a far storm approaching.
Reluctant night wheezes.

305. 25 September 2005 - 6:11am
What is it that compels?
Last night she could not tell
why she wrote.
Was it to right a wrong?
A matter of record, a history?
Perhaps ego?
Not art.

306. 25 September 2005 - 1:44pm
An old intimacy embraces
reef & ocean here
at Graaf's Pool.
Shards of spray flinch,
a tuna boat steers south,
a shoal is bombed
by kamikaze gulls.
By my door.

307. 26 September 2005 - 6:27am
Sometimes the last strand is gone
& the way across lost,
the torrent rages,
the crocodile waits.
Then take the plunge,
trust your spirit,
know your truth.

308. 27 September 2005 - 6:39am
In the locket of my heart
I hear the whisper of your smile,
there, where shadows are darkest.
Your holiness a bloody sacrament
of memories,
divine song sung.

309. 28 September 2005 – 6:37am
What question is that there,
behind those knowing eyes?
Why does the sun set in glory,
and other apparencies?
It is it's answer –
ich bin, ergo sum.
Is it love?

310. 29 September 2005 - 6:01am
Orion over my balcony,
mighty hunter,
his studded belt set
as if with stars.
There he turns
in his ageless path
this year as every last.
As every next, my love.

311. 30 September 2005 - 6:45am
Friday rhythms.
Shuffling traffic into town.
Gulls leaning on the breeze.
Joggers lubricate the promenade.
Dogs piss indicatively,
sniff expertly.
Coffee aroma.

312. 1 October 2005 - 6:35am
Is the poet's voice heard?
Listen to the curve of words,
taste the spice of metaphor,
feel the heart of Neruda beat,
smell the lusty simile,
see the muse smile.

313. 2 October 2005 - 8:33am
My dream awoke me in the middle watch
of night. The dark side shows
by its absence. I found myself
in headlong fall of history.
Back waters of Scylla,

314. 2 October 2005 - 10:29am
He comes running down the path
sure-footed as a klipspringer,
& as lithe. Black as Africa,
sinewed calves step lightly.
He smiles his perfect greeting,
is gone.

315. 3 October 2005 - 6:12am
Where are the gulls?
Only landlocked voices echo
among alarmed apartment blocks.
Hear now the thump of incar beat come,
No woman, no cry!
Is it song,
or mantra?

316. 4 October 2005 - 6:39am
Sipping bush tea
sweetened with fynbos honey,
thinking, linear thoughts,
sequential precisions of the day's logic,
waiting for the end of it.

317. 5 October 2005 - 6:50am
What rhyme or reason binds us?
There is in the Fishermans Bend,
Turks Head,
Crown & Wall,
the Sheepshank,
every device.
But no knot binds our loving.

318. 5 October 2005 - 6:22pm
This cat silent, observes me
at work stressed by levers
of logic near the heart
of the matter. Calls
snatched from lines
of cliché order sequences.
Hang ups.

319. 5 October 2005 - 10:23pm
This midnight mood,
a solitaire of desire,
lies on the belly
of her horizons.
There it knows
taste, the other
simple senses,
moist anticipation,

320. 6 October 2005 - 6:50am
Cold airs around the ankles
of the apartments.
Bright dawn now,
Sea Point yawns, flaccid.
Radio jingles somewhere.
Gulls dispute the breeze.
Black cat arches.

321. 7 October 2005 - 6:23am
Of cabbages & kings,
this life so brief
to waste in tears,
death so long in years.
Is perfection the distraction
tabled by a cynical God?
Or is it simply death?

322. 8 October 2005  -5:51am
Are dreams truths?
And truths?
Is truth a fantasy?
A harking back
to simplicity,
and terror? To perfection?
Or does my nightmare
balance prescience,
ever sane?

323. 9 October 2005 - 6:23am
A great ship is tethered
in the offing.
Is that the capstan turning?
Is she making ready for sea?
Some voyage to a distant shore?
I feel the freshening breeze.

324. 9 October 2005 - 6:29am
In vino veritas
is yesterday's truth.
Such blood in my veins
as to grace the vine.
Conversations spiced with laughter
ring at the gate
of decorum.
A key turns.

325. 9 October 2005 - 6:55pm
This postprandial afternoon light
dozes in its fullness.
Above, a vacuous moon
empties thought & desire.
I rest my eyes,
the everblue sea my heart,
my heat.

326. 9 October 2005 - 8:10pm
G'night darling.
We will be close tonight,
our spirits entwined
between mountains & sea.
I will lift your chin,
you will taste me.
Sleep my love,
sleep with me.

327. 10 October 2005 - 5:56am
Time & tide wait
the mind of Canute.
Every second breathes its mist
like soft light
of a billion galaxies
I cannot see.
Mist of blueberries
taken in.

328. 11 October 2005 - 6:06am
Is poetry music?
Such mathematics of rhythm
as demand melody?
Is the tune the inarticulate voice?
I heard a poet's words encumbered
by song that does not sing.

329. 11 October 2005 - 6:14am
Exile to the heart
of this beautiful city
is a torture of exquisite refinement.
Here absence is disguised
by sense indulgence.
Only then do the stars show me.

330. 12 October 2005 - 6:19am
A cold wind before summer
ruffles my fur, gooses me.
Bed linen feels good today,
memories & hot tea.
I stand alone at the gate,
the sea near, storms.

331. 13 October 2005 - 6:07am
Last stars fade as gods
into morning promising new.
I am alive to this
astonishment as if I emerge
reborn from yesterday's womb.
This is a gift beyond poetry.

332. 13 October 2005 - 7:05pm
A pregnant moon pauses
in the west.
Here, beneath, Adult World,
cunningly licks
the street.
A dildo walks by,
followed by a cunt,
tasting her lips.

333. 14 October 2005 - 5:36am
What prodigal parable begs morning light?
Is it this man on his naked balcony?
Is it the old spider
behind her curtained desires?
Is it embers in the dark pond?

334. 14 October 2005 - 6:07am
That wisp hides nothing
I articulate.
What language does
to the tongue,
seats my conversation.
Such wit left as debates
the latrines of wisdom.

335. 15 October 2005 - 6:40am
After dinner last night,
farewells at the cars,
we step on the promenade.
Are watched
by restless benches,
amble on.
Breathe deep, sleeping deep,
sea deep.

336. 15 October 2005 - 5:22pm
The cow is Apple.
She stands ready.
Her nipples proud
of the bucket.
I pull carefully,
city boy, flaccid afternoon.
Sensual milk
traces in the dirt,

337. 16 October 2005 - 7:26am
White geese tread lines
in a slow train. Irrigation
sprinklers rainbow
the lands in quiet light.
A man leads cows to an old gate.
Abandoned bicycles prone.

338. 16 October 2005 - 7:27am
These hills of McGregor
step into the mountains,
with my footsteps,
with my heartbeats.
There, cave & pool,
secret places of hearts & minds,
explore meaning.

339. 16 October 2005 - 9:49am
G'day at McGregor,
sat in fynbos naked as reeds.
Somewhere below
a farm church tolls
hands to worship.
Here, on the altar,
a crucifixed cactus
prays for rain.

340. 17 October 2005 - 6:01am
I have cut myself loose.
There is blood on the floor.
Our vitals mixed in the wounding.
She cauterised at once.
I watched, congealed, exhausted,
prayed for us.

341. 18 October 2005 - 6:22am
Does time heal?
The ugly scab,
bandaged night,
tears in a dry course,
bile in retched dawn,
this vivid pain.
So time's nursing?
Etching the raw flesh of beauty.

342. 18 October 2005 - 6:25pm
Alone, looking at scars,
fresh wounds,
Hoping the war will end soon,
that no Odyssey waits,
that grey-blue,
that Ithaca,
that huntress
loves me.

343. 19 October 2005 - 6:18am
I would tell you
of lessons, how dull
I am. That repetition
& duplication are rules.
From this naked balcony dawn
I watch a wheel of gulls
today as ever

344. 19 October 2005 - 7:39am
Nasturtiums from your garden
have wilted. Wild basil
you left for salad days
thrives with rocket & chives.
So the living live.
This metaphor holds our tension.

345. 19 October 2005 - 6:41pm
A single birdcall.
Doves already asleep under the eaves.
Gutters spatter.
A guitar CD in the other room.
Salad, a tuna steak smoking.
This is not yet paradise.

346. 20 October 2005 - 5:49am
Is the sixth best of senses?
Does it dim with my eye?
Silence with my age?
Do I taste you?
Miss your perfume?
Your touch touching?
But joy knows you,

347. 20 October 2005 - 7:38am
Offshore this morning
common kayaks plod
& bob, exercise the sea.
Working birds & boats,
stitch tapestries
of lifelong blue tableaux.
I have swum the pool today.

348. 21 October 2005 - 5:25am
That intimacy of sleep,
as if of death,
but warm & breathing,
alive, escapes me now.
The empty bed advances like Gobi sands
to this fertile valley
where I lie.

349. 22 October 2005 - 6:07am
A waning moon in the cold west
counters a warm glow east.
Here, I feel the chill
& promise of happy days.
It's a mundane view
this sabbath,
this blue-eyed dawn.

350. 22 October 2005 - 8:12pm
Are we wounded at birth?
Born to scars,
contours of history,
cut with the frown
of disbelief, spellbound
by the vast astonishment,
vomiting on the manuscript.

351. 23 October 2005 - 1:01am
Come close to me,
feel my dreams
touch your soul.
Touching you,
touching you as whispers
in a great cathedral
in the middle night
and the tucked dove sleeps.

352. 23 October 2005 - 3:21am
Venus lies in Scorpio.
There, too, my love must I.
That place of seductive peril
where brave & foolhardy
know pleasure or pain.
Know measure of menace
& beauty.

353. 23 October 2005 - 7:27am
G'day to you, poet!
A worrying epithet,
an ill-fitting garment
that so reveals
tatters beneath.
Nakedness, though with risk,
often averts beholders.

354. 23 October 2005 - 8:56am
Eating breakfast naked,
naked desire fed
on the apple,
remembering you,
your nakedness,
the clichés,
the bones,
your ribs,
breasts cut like jibs,
mainsail butt.

355. 23 October 2005 - 6:11pm
The second dog rings
at Graaf's Pool with the tide
flowing, reaching over the reef
to tackle my ankles
in its molten iron.
But I think of you,
your blue eyes.

356. 24 October 2005 - 6:17am
I heard of twins last night.
How compelled they are.
My father & his twin
spent adult lives far distant.
Michael here, Peter Vancouver.
Seldom wrote.
Met once.

357. 24 October 2005 - 6:34am
Anticipation rehearses
every moment,
savours it.
So, I wait Wednesday,
peppered with impatience.
Spiced in our minds
by thoughts touching.
Coming to catharsis.

358. 25 October 2005 - 0:43am
The city sleeps
in embers of night,
forgotten fires flare,
cold liquid breeze seeps,
stifled moan announces release,
toilet flushes,
a door slams,
ends this.

359. 25 October 2005 - 6:22am
Westerly rain has rolled in
from slumbering depths
of Atlantis. Some debate
there, doubtless watery,
has moved the superficial calm.
Exciting my small verse.

360. 25 October 2005 - 2:48pm
I can feel your fingers
touch mine, entwine.
Pull toward, lift our throats, kiss.
Laughter is the melody
I hear in you.
It is the food
to match our appetite.

361. 26 October 2005 - 6:15am
We are alive today!
Hear dawn voices
light the morning.
Air still and cool,
salt sea tang wakes
me on the naked
balcony. I breathe
in the blue essence
of you.

362. 27 October 2005 - 6:53am
I wake sleeping beauty
with a kiss so smooth,
her smoothest lips
silent as her sleep.
Does she know
it is no dream?
I cup her breast,
feel her heart stir,

363. 27 October 2005 - 2:51pm
Your wisp on my pillow
ties this Gulliver.
Yet the morning seems
another age, as distant
as T-Rex. Yet I taste
your lips, hear your laughter,
review your ass.

364. 28 October 2005 - 1:44am
There is a far sun,
star to a fair world,
where I belong.
This alien place
does tempt
with seas & wild mountains.
But home
is the other side of time,
near you.

365. 28 October 2005 - 6:21am
Restless hours frustrate the dawn
& a cold west wind nags.
This week has bent me
to its will, unbroken yet,
unbowed except to you.
But, there, taut, arrowed.

366. 29 October 2005 - 6:51am
A still life towel
across a chair
reminds me of you.
Press it to my face,
smell your essence
in the folds that folded you.
Wrap myself in you,
hear your voice.

367. 29 October 2005 - 10:52am
This bookshop buzzes
as a "kroeg" for Antjie.
Long live the Queen
who changes her voice
but leaves every word intact.
As the tree falls,
as the buds reach out.

368. 30 October 2005 - 5:53am
The poet's voice is bare, spare.
It speaks a naked truth.
Each line is without reason,
but completes. The meaning
of joy & pain is within
the syllables I speak.

369. 30 October 2005 - 2:25pm
This morning's hill, wrapped
in attentive mist
hid sea & sky equally.
So much so there was no bordering
line beyond the offing
& the mystic light
below the sun.

370. 31 October 2005 - 6:09am
Yesterday's sea mist hangs
over the coast again.
A mournful light calls
seamen in their depths.
Again my perspective is lost
in unclear dawn,
this time vortex.

371. 31 October 2005 - 10:27pm
There is an angle
of her finger that has me
think of you. How I turn
every reference back upon itself
in search of absence,
promise of a time
before my death.

372. 31 October 2005 - 10:36pm
A smart black kid
cruises in, slots his Opel
in a space, looks cool
in his red vest,
tooling a match
in his mouth end.
He saunters in
telling even me,

373. 1 November 2005 - 6:30am
How is it my heart sees
love in the curve of your smile,
but I cannot understand your fears?
Why the chasm between heart & mind?
Divine sight, my ignorance?

374. 2 November 2005 - 5:27am
When the seal turns,
cracks a mussel on a long fang,
& the moon drinks the night's bargain.
Then, then, the star promises sex
to a cuntstruck world of light.

375. 2 November 2005 - 5:55am
After the parting, silence.
She waved, almost blew a kiss,
certainly smiled with distant light.
Then disappeared, took another road
I've not taken after sunset.

376. 2 November 2005 - 1:23pm
He leans forward to wipe her tears,
but he cannot.
She is too far.
He moves towards.
She steps back.
They repeat the sequence.
He screams.
She slams the door.

377. 2 November 2005 - 7:51pm
Although the face of the storm
has turned away,
the sea seethes still.
Beneath the surface a calm,
unlike my quiet face
hiding the churning fear
of losing you.

378. 3 November 2005 - 5:51am
This instrument of poetry
is the rack of melody
that frets & picks in discord,
cannot find the harmony
so long sought in the mountains
of the mind, so silent.

379. 3 November 2005 - 10:49pm
When the great ship of old
lets go the last spring & warp,
& the last streamer breaks contact
with dry land, the nursing tugs
nudge her free,
I am hers no more.

380. 4 November 2005 - 5:39am
Square one is beautiful.
So long since last here...
Ah, the unencumbered views!
I must stop now a while,
sip coffee at that stall there,
remember to forget.

381. 4 November 2005 - 5:50am
It has rained or threatened
all week. But today dawns
fresh & clean as though washed
of sin, of duplicity & pretence.
I know the metaphor is weak,
the sea deep.

382. 4 November 2005 - 6:08am
I know a grey town in a hoar
frost valley that reminds me
of hell. There she seduced me,
this Circe, in her cave,
ate my heart, liver,
discarded the good bits.

383. 4 November 2005 - 11:26pm
No Imam called me
to my knees, nor pressed
a prayer to my palm.
But I sang to God who cursed
this man twice over
as a childish prank.
Who forgot his humour.

384. 5 November 2005 - 5:55am
The day lengthens, reaching
for summer, but still rain
blows in from the westing sea
with my tears. I am deserted
by the good red wine of love,
my blood cold.

385. 5 November 2005 - 9:28pm
Hopi language contains nothing
that refers to time,
past, present or future.
What they would make
of gunpowder, treason & plot?
Bonfires in a burnt out world.

386. 6 November 2005 - 6:09am
This fruit has withered
to a bitterness. That joy
a roadkill unnoticed
among the trafficked misery
of egocentric pain,
not shared but conspicuous
& bloody blue.

387. 6 November 2005 - 8:32am
I have climbed out of the lioness' gut,
no Joey more pathetic,
along her flank,
her ruffed neck,
by those incisors - remember -
to stand here.

388. 6 November 2005 - 8:40am
Your weeklong shadow dogged
my path - I feel you ever near.
The rooivalk is here, balanced
on an edge of air,
to grace her ballet's death.
This poetry is yours.

389. 6 November 2005 - 8:47am
I am sat here where you sat.
Feel the everlasting rock,
the peels you left,
should I kiss them
& so your lips?
Can you know how empty I am?
These memories.

390. 7 November 2005 - 5:45am
My circumstances are predicted
in space & time. These stars
the fabric I sew this tapestry
on & on. My choices are fated.
I'm told this is the meaning of it.

391. 7 November 2005 - 6:26am
What does it take to find
grace? My life?
Or subjugation of ego
that bounces like Shrek's
donkey, yelling "Choose me!"
Such comedy of error,
such poor jesting.

392. 8 November 2005 - 0:36am
Beach Road midnight moon
sets like a sail, spinnakers
to the edge of darkness
from the heart of me
here where the heartbeat
drums a tattoo
& the wind blows.

393. 8 November 2005 - 6:27am
The sleeping mountain awakes,
shrugs, sighs, eagles launch.
Below, in my eye, is a man
(or is it a woman)
running. Her path leads
to a place of enmity
& stench.

394. 8 November 2005 - 5:53pm
I met a wild cat last night
with so cute an ass
& Chardonnay hair,
that is no donkey
nor artist's easel.
A picture good enough to eat.
To wine & dine, to drink.

395. 9 November 2005 - 6:11am
The world is there still beyond
the rim of my boiling tea.
I sip noisily like a man
unconstrained or private,
listen to the Cape Doctor.
A day to admire skirts.

396. 9 November 2005 - 6:07pm
The Cape Doctor has exhausted everybody.
Even the Atlantic surf gargles listless
on the gums of the reef.
But there is a shoal close
where gulls attend to feed.

397. 10 November 2005 - 5:42am
The light is perfect now
& cool as the bottom of a pond.
The air distilled. I feel light-headed
& drowsy as afternoon sun.
A tea & scones day
with strawberries.

398. 10 November 2005 - 6:37am
A small plain wooden box lies
on my desk. I like containers,
eggs in baskets,
figs in syrup.
But my box is empty.
Once I kept a pen there,
so could not find it.

399. 10 November 2005 - 6:09pm
Rocklands Beach. Kelp barely stir
in the surge. A small girl paddles
in the ice-ankled sea.
A woman attends to her diary
on the passionate sand.
A photograph.

400. 11 November 2005 - 4:27am
In this uterine night I hear
deep within, the vagitus of this
day's life. The mewling now,
& now, now this sob of outrage,
this tissue of tears.
Torn out of me.

401. 11 November 2005 - 5:31am
"Never give all the heart"
says the poet. But I say
you never can, for love is
not finite. The more you give
the more remains. It's its nature.
Hatred consumes.

402. 11 November 2005 - 9:15pm
The cocktail crowd in the 5 star reception
stiffen to national anthems.
One is a nursery rhyme
sung by children. The other
a great hymn to humanity,
of prayer.

403. 12 November 2005 - 6:20am
The sound of mist wraps Sea Point
in its detail. Mouille Point light's
bleak call to seamen turns & returns.
A choir of starlings sing
in the cloistering eaves.

404. 12 November 2005 - 10:05am
The sound of a Lister or Gardener
transports me now in time & space
to boyhood Kalk Bay. There the sea
laid depth to emotion
that ever more ebbs
& flows in me.

405. 12 November 2005 - 10:16am
At this hour the Waterfront
is a still life. Ships & boats
languid in the slow tide.
A photograph cannot capture it,
the image is in the taste.
I sip good Java.

406. 13 November 2005 - 6:38am
Yesterday's music impregnated me.
Those voices, my voice, in harmonies
that joined our bodies,
overtoned us in intimacy.
Exquisite seduction touches me,

407. 13 November 2005 - 6:45am
I see the start of an old smile
pull at your lips. Lips I will kiss.
The laughter in your eye
surfacing. The turning towards.
The quickening of our hearts.

408. 13 November 2005 - 7:21am
She wears blue elegance.
It shows her figure
& hides it. Only her head
is naked. A necklace strings my eye
to her cleavage. There to linger
in the deed of lust.

409. 14 November 2005 - 6:15am
Last night I looked up
to see Venus low in the west
setting over the ocean.
We gaze at such heavenly lights
as our forebears,
as our children,
as they chart us.

410. 15 November 2005 - 6:27am
I drown in the morning air
among cliffs of fear,
searching the stomach of mist
for grace. For I am lost
in a backwater of recrimination.
I must find the sea.

411. 15 November 2005 - 6:33am
The amber cat lean & mean
as any puss-in-boots,
holds court to select her prey.
Eager sacrifices strut & preen.
She licks her lips wetly,
tastes titbits of man.

412. 15 November 2005 - 6:41am
The sea is life not death.
It is the source.
The sun is warmth. The moon peace.
Every day they move, they move me.
I move to escape your censure
& rage.

413. 15 November 2005 - 6:49am
Excellent poetry is the word
of God. The echo of her voice
in the vast treasury of light.
Where his tears are rain,
where her breasts are summits,
who I seek.

414. 15 November 2005 - 7:57am
The long years of lust
have entrenched a nomans land
across the landscape of her face.
The contours of her body,
the well-worn paths
to the worn well,

415. 16 November 2005 - 6:44am
It has been white winter all year.
The odd crocus has shown her face
only to  be crushed by an iron frost.
I hope this weather becomes unaccustomed

416. 16 November 2005 - 10:35am
Love me just because.
Do not reward me
with your love,
love me despite everything.
Even if I murder my children,
or yours, love me.
Love is not reasoning.

417. 17 November 2005 - 5:58am
There is a wisp of haze about,
as if the world burnt down
last night & smoulders.
Her anger too, obscures.
Revealing new clarities
in my words,
of her making.

418. 17 November 2005 - 6:05am
This confusion ends in light.
So long my determined step
kept me to a path
that led me lost to its beginning.
I look up at last, see another
road to whither.

419. 17 November 2005 - 7:42am
What mythical man in me
is the insubstantial core,
the orbit not the star,
the flight not the dodo,
that so beguiles?
Her hero of memories or childhood?
Not me.

420. 18 November 2005 - 6:15am
The sea claims all tears.
They are as nothing to it.
In its depths are waters
that have never stirred
in their slumber.
Where iron darkness is all
its knowing.

421. 18 November 2005 - 11:42pm
The weariness of the clock's tick,
as lonely as this single malt
at midnight,
the dull ache you have left
for me to ponder in its weight.
Silent accounting.

422. 19 November 2005 - 5:59am
100 poets scribbled,
but God examined his fingernails.
They scribbled for 1000 years,
but God smelled her armpits.
They wrote all literature,
God was not moved.

423. 19 November 2005 - 6:36am
Is this the mirror of an old life?
This morning sleeps like a bench.
This bed of memories
remembering rhythms.
These eyes fortified, waiting
to shoot her down.

424. 19 November 2005 - 2:09pm
How to write a poem?
Think of something ordinary,
focus on it,
breathe deeply.
Now clear your mind, empty it.
Pick up your pen.
Write the first letter, line.

425. 19 November 2005 - 2:22pm
Gulls on the promenade lawn
ripple into flight,
settle knowing the blade
of grass will tether
their thoughts
to the earth mother mind.
The grass seeks its star.

426. 19 November 2005 - 2:25pm
I would taste that sweat,
trace my tongue to the source
of you, where heaven meets life
& galaxies collide,
where my eye is your ego,
& the tumbling smiles.

427. 20 November 2005 - 6:25am
We would have danced
last night in liquid air
under perfect stars,
amid galaxies of light.
Music was echoing silence
between each pulse
that shook the world.

428. 20 November 2005 - 7:50am
There is no curse worse
than the sentry's bored plod
before his throat is cut.
What gymnastics of the mind
keeps at bay the sleep
that begs the soles' rest?

429. 20 November 2005 - 10:23am
I am my own fiction
spun in the electron net,
a virtual man of virtual imperfections,
counterbalanced by tottering realities
of orbits, circular arguments.

430. 21 November 2005 - 6:10am
The fabric of morning
blankets the city in summer torpor.
Indolent ships stand to sea
like waterfowl preening.
A jogger's sweat runs
to her Bermuda triangle.

431. 21 November 2005 - 11:29pm
What sun brings me light?
Patched under the early summer
hillside, purpled as emperors,
they stand as cohorts to her.
Erect as spears the proud
Watsonias smile.

432. 22 November 2005 – 0:20am
I have my father's eyes.
I see him looking at me,
mirrored arrogance with a hint
of charm. It was always so.
We never learnt how to be seen.
So often cited.

433. 22 November 2005 - 6:06am
It's no use threatening me
with rain. My English skin wraps
me so, I am hardly sensitive to any
but proper barbs. Bodkins I like,
all the better in a joust.

434. 23 November 2005 - 6:45am
How long does a kiss last?
I hardly remember the first,
her name was Sandra. Where is she now?
Last night it was a kiss
like that, soft-lipped, careful,

435. 23 November 2005 - 7:51am
Within these words a poet
seeks his voice
as the albatross seeks the wind
over endless blue. So long aloft,
to alight to die,
navigating suns,
praying to gods.

436. 23 November 2005 - 1:40pm
How I envy the old couple
their easy intimacies. The glance
that carries history in its air,
& understanding in its wake.
My loves & quarrels are shallow seas.

437. 23 November 2005 - 6:19pm
Four & a half billion years
have brought life to this
shale tilted at right angles
to its time. Here I sit
with my weary years
& the old sun
by the ageless sea.

438. 24 November 2005 - 6:04am
There are bodies everywhere
in the distorted dream
of London's nuclear glare.
So many we must bump over them,
the taxi rocking.
O God, where are my daughters?

439. 24 November 2005 - 7:23pm
Another tick in the immense age
these rocks have seen
in their unmoving sleep.
This evening the tide cymbals in,
a man pisses in a pool,
another small drop.

440. 24 November 2005 - 10:58pm
Fag end of the day, worn, used.
Last dregs of traffic mutter past.
A couple pass below, him earnest, her silent.
A door shuts, locks, chains.
Venus bright, sets.

441. 25 November 2005 - 5:55am
Water filling a bucket is music
of a distant farm. Along with tickbirds
& cows. And the hoarse
coughs of bullterriers. I smell
the black coal stove,
& Grandma.

442. 25 November 2005 - 6:04am
The names of childhood stick.
My brother, Paul, is forever Bollie.
My sister, Liz, still Bunny.
My grandma I dubbed Dandy.
Occasionally, my mother uses Boy-Boy.

443. 25 November 2005 - 5:40pm
Penguin Selected Neruda bilingual
arrived. All these lines opening
like eyes after an eternity
of sleep. I turn pages as a teller
counts, greedy for his balance.

444. 26 November 2005 - 8:15am
Do you think I have forgotten
your great beauty?
That when the rooivalk balances
on its edge of air, I do not see
you smile? That your smile startles
my heart?

445. 26 November 2005 - 8:24am
There is a consummation
in the turning. Last night
I saw a poet smile, & a world
applaud. It is a moment
that turns on the jewel
of its movement.
It holds me.

446. 26 November 2005 - 10:42pm
I light a candle for neither
light nor warmth. For company
of a sort, sitting here
with my scotch & notes
towards a poem about you, life,
the black surf beyond.

447. 27 November 2005 - 6:55am
How put our love in a poem?
With love. It is the seamless embrace
that looks on you with quickening blood.
It is the thought so caught
in your eye that I burn.

448. 27 November 2005 - 7:02am
She let herself in at late night.
Came back to my arms.
We sipped green tea.
Prepared for bed, pumped
pillows. Embraced like drowning
children. Slept with our joy.

449. 27 November 2005 - 7:54pm
Today is happysome,
begun on sheets of dialogue,
fresh as fruit salad,
unsprung as fish & chips
in Simon's Town,
cool as Tokai green,
silver as our rings' hope.

450. 28 November 2005 - 6:39am
G'morning sweetheart! How you move
my world. Turn it from despair
to faith, hope & charity
on the axle of your joy.
I knew it as we walked tall
among the trees.

451. 28 November 2005 - 6:50am
The hand of her love
gloves me in the skin of joy:
that subcutaneous warmth
that keeps the stars in orbit.
It twinkles in her eyes,
moves her lips to launch me.

452. 29 November 2005 - 6:52am
Her name commands death
no more in me.
That star set in the East,
never moved, fell later,
revealed the truth behind.
In its descent I would weep,
but did not.

453. 29 November 2005 - 2:47pm
I see your beauty laid out,
a ravine that cleaves
the shoulder round reaching
to the line of country,
the contours of foothills,
the rainbow ravished sky.

454. 30 November 2005 - 7:05am
What rhyme nurses my sleep?
Dreams of her breast cradled
in fingers of my love?
Or is it music in her eye
that echoes to my ego?
This barren line wakes me now.

455. 1 December 2005 - 7:06am
The poet, tall as a statue
of himself, reads from his work.
Inspects the crowd below
his eyebrows like a master
of a great school & we minnows,
awash in words.

456. 1 December 2005 - 7:16am
She wears an evening gown cut
to reveal her unstrapped back
which I admire, along with her front.
But she is vulnerable as a kitten.
A beautiful cat etched sad.

457. 2 December 2005 - 6:39am
So we went to the well,
found it well-watered,
drank there, filled ourselves
with ourselves, became known
again. This is the draught
that measures our depth.

458. 2 December 2005 - 6:53am
Honey, is bitter medicine
to the dead man who gazes
from sockets of empty thoughts,
whose lips remember nothing,
whose ears step into vaults
of despair. Not me.

459. 2 December 2005 - 7:01am
I feel your warmth like a sun
rising in me. As if I had swallowed
you, feel your fingers
stretch into my hands,
filling my body with yours.
My eyes' revelation.

460. 2 December 2005 - 2:50pm
There is a line of reason
not found in a kiss.
A couple, on the dark side
of youth, embrace in the stairwell,
unseen by the clock.
Sly shadows glance at ghosts.

461. 2 December 2005 - 6:38pm
Cream soda surf beneath
a petrel's wing
as the world turns on the heel
of the week. Lascivious Friday
cups herself for the evening
bargain, pimps her price.

462. 2 December 2005 - 6:46pm
Big surf running, tide high.
Quiet dick sleeps by restless gonads
tugging at tomorrow.
The cat stretches, playing back
that moment in rehearsal of mysteries.

463. 2 December 2005 - 6:55pm
Sabre lines of cavalry charge ashore
like surf, curved blades flash
in retreating light,
stumble into foam,
kneehaltered on impassive peasant
hordes of reef.

464. 3 December 2005 - 6:55am
Summer light, bright morning
air breathing sea.
Mountain blue, blue as heaven
& your eyes. Curve of the bay,
of your ass, your breasts
of icecream
sucked wetly.

465. 3 December 2005 - 7:01am
This ring surrounds me
in its art. I penetrate it,
warm the meaning of it,
link to you, chains of words
anchored to the world.
The rise & fall of tides,

466. 4 December 2005 - 6:56am
To know you is a new sense
that journeys me to ancient minds.
In the now is all the past,
in the next the now.
I do not want to understand
you, for I cannot.

467. 4 December 2005 - 10:49am
What sets grace apart?
Is it a link to evermore
that recalls every past
& accepts all futures in peace?
You have that daring, the daring
to love beyond measure.

468. 4 December 2005 - 10:56am
G'day from the Helderberg.
False Bay beneath our feet,
a buzzard's rasping call
echoes here. Shade refreshed souls.
It is a maternal mountain,
twin peaked.

469. 5 December 2005 - 5:56am
Yeah, woke to rigid memories.
That stiff manikin with his demand,
salivating his anticipation
of waking the cat.
Always tempting to manhandle
when in this mood.

470. 5 December 2005 - 6:02am
Did you see the sickle moon
& Venus in the ultraviolet night?
Held aloft by the sighs of lovers,
that universal compulsion of bodies
everywhere. I love that.

471. 6 December 2005 - 7:48am
You are not a nice-to-have.
You are my bread & water basics,
the light in my understanding,
illuminating the pages
of my life. Your love
is the air I breathe.

472. 6 December 2005 - 7:58am
That item of clothing
discarded in haste,
its plain colour an artist's palette,
revealed the focus of passion.
There we painted with soft eyes,
knowing smiles.

473. 6 December 2005 - 6:23pm
Plain shape & size
give these oil & vinegar bottles rhythms,
light which plays on smudged textures,
messages of meals
round this table,

474. 7 December 2005 - 8:09am
I watch her naked breakfast
fruit & nuts berries flaming
at the table of communion
listen to songs in my heart
where fields blanket the earth
mother in stars.

475. 7 December 2005 - 1:41pm
I am old as the stars,
stardust is me, I am
from the beginning,
from the end.
A billion years is an instant,
this second includes eternity.
Death my only fear.

476. 7 December 2005 - 2:23pm
Dissolve me in your ocean,
taste me in the rain.
I am a grain of sand,
beached now on uncharted shores.
See there, a footprint,
left by the last living man.

477. 8 December 2005 - 7:24am
Mornings with you in summer
intimacy, a cup of tea in bed,
your breast cupped handily,
your softest skin more smooth,
creamlike dreamlike speaking
in tongues.

478. 8 December 2005 - 10:26am
Mesmerised bricks thrown
like juggler's tricks & caught
at the apex of flight, stilled there,
before the catastrophic fall.
Instead, stacked patiently to wait.

479. 8 December 2005 - 1:58pm
The old man places a towel carefully
on the promenade lawn,
squares it off,
unbuttons his shirt,
lowers himself,
shades loaded with eager eyes.
Watches  girls.

480. 9 December 2005 - 6:14am
Under the mountain is the cave.
There it is quiet. As if nothing is.
No noises echo in my head.
I do not think. I am nothing.
I open my mouth to speak

481. 9 December 2005 - 6:20am
There is a mountain here.
It casts no shadow.
Even its caves are filled
with light, as if submerged.
The slopes are flowered,
great trees drink in its ravines.

482. 9 December 2005 - 6:26am
A star remains from the night,
lost as a drop of the sea
to my sight. But I saw it
suddenly as I stopped looking.
As if revealed to me
by the wind in my hair.

483. 10 December 2005 - 7:07am
The sea is goosefleshed in the wind,
backs north, points at winter.
We chat in bed, with lipped tea,
of cabbages & kings,
of love, hold hands,
make promises.

484. 11 December 2005 - 6:56am
Mountain & man embrace
in metaphor. One leaves footprints
in another, paths worn into meaning
without deceit or sophistry.
Summit, head, heart & feet, touch.

485. 11 December 2005 - 7:02am
We embrace the morning
light, with limbs of night
tangling in our length
like fallen trees
where finches sing
in the green of bodies
& the sky beneath my head.

486. 11 December 2005 - 9:34am
The cave contains the mountain
in the imagination of the valley.
There, stream finds sea in its fall
over knuckles of stone,
where the mountain stayed my hand.

487. 11 December 2005 - 1:54pm
Solitary as the stone face
of the mountain, the sun's
unblinking stare in the glare
of memories of these childish rocks
& caves where we buried our fears.

488. 11 December 2005 - 5:02pm
Beneath this tree I lie
rooted to earth, its leaves
tap the clouds. Who flies
with worms undead?
What voice in  limbs of light?
What taste in your sunny smile?

489. 12 December 2005 - 7:06am
A starling flew in my door,
perched, cocked his head,
sang one note as if a flute
tuned, then flew out, rejoined
the choir chattering in the pine,
us lifted.

490. 13 December 2005 - 7:21am
In the cave I find precious stones,
diamond, amethyst, ruby.
Is this the treasure I have long sought?
I dig deeper, on my hands & knees
I tear at my heart.

491. 13 December 2005 - 11:07am
These mornings where we find ourselves
uncovered by the light, touch
our bodies with nuptial night,
turn dimensions to the clock's tick,
measure depth's pulse.

492. 14 December 2005 - 7:26am
Frangipani fragrant light echoes dawn
as birds in flight, us born
of nighting bodies & souls drawn
on tapestries of time in sight
& sound of stars' slow pulse.

493. 14 December 2005 - 8:38pm
As stern light to departing day
Venus trails violet night
in her wake. Who mourns
this ordinary day? The petty
deals played out & sunk beyond
horizons of time.

494. 14 December 2005 - 9:05pm
Flashing blue police cars howl
along Beach. Interstices traffic the tarmac
with cars. The background hum
of surf & universe
doesn't give a shit for impostors.

495. 15 December 2005 - 5:24am
The mountains sing,
chorus of caves,
call spirits to valleys,
draw me to tented night,
the observant moon,
companioned fire,
astonishment of stars,

496. 18 December 2005 - 0:54pm
Lace of stars unclothe the mountain
night. Her body's darkness revealed
to secrets held by moon & man.
Here I lie contained, embraced by her
meaning of depth.

497. 18 December 2005 - 0:56pm
Impossible blue traces horizons
weathered to stone & iron earth.
From battlemented boulders
pied crows voice anguish & voles
scatter under eyes unseen but felt.

498. 18 December 2005 - 2:02pm
This Maltese X stands here
like an executioner abandoned
by the tide of opinion & ages,
marks stonefaced indifference
& divinity. From cliff ledges
eagles cry.

499. 18 December 2005 - 2:04pm
Reed tussocks spike the moonscape
where manganese nuggets pebble
the alien field. What strange dragon
will launch itself as our small column
marches, watched.

500. 19 December 2005 - 7:19am
In the cave of the great bulls
where gonads like boulders hang
& the walls are lettered
by degree or initialled,
I saw a poet's name
in the dead ochre dust.

501. 19 December 2005 - 7:38am
At the high altar of the Stadsaal
is the stencilled script, in black,
marking the dignity of presidential
office recalling that finger.
It is pockmarked now.

502. 19 December 2005 - 10:48am
In the garden of your heart
where the lily of the field
is well-pleased, there the teasing
valley & the mountains of the moon
see the smile of your love
& mine.

503. 20 December 2005 - 7:05am
I will return to the sea,
to his embrace. Hear his call
echo in the voice of gulls.
See the trawlerman dip her bow,
he kisses her.
Reclaims her.
Embraces her.

504. 21 December 2005 - 6:21am
Scent of you in frangipani night,
by souls' window looking in,
watched by white spirits of blooms.
Here open to the other side,
which is our ocean of dreams.

505. 21 December 2005 - 6:35am
What a miracle she is,
Donne would say, undone.
What distance separates us?
In time we neighbour, near
in orbit, in space joined
by rings about bright bone.

506. 21 December 2005 - 5:59pm
The dignity of ships weathers all.
Drawn in her wake,
like a pictured sea,
gulls rise & fall as painted kites,
splash to scraps,
trawlermen nod to the tide.

507. 22 December 2005 - 7:25am
What duet we sing in the mornings!
A harmony of murmurs, such
articulation of tongue & limb
that brightens my eye to focus
on that distant heaven
right here.

508. 23 December 2005 - 6:56am
There is a line of poetry
in the swell of your breast
as the sea. I feel a rising
tide lift me from sands,
set me free over depths
that bathe my soul in you.

509. 23 December 2005 - 7:03am
This year closes its night.
I will see it done with joy & sorrow.
Already the flame of dawn brightens.
I feel her warmth & promise
of years of days
& light.

510. 24 December 2005 - 6:43am
The morning bed, warm with night,
is the high altar of devotion.
You lying there urging last dregs
of sleep, your hair haloed on the pillow.
I sip naked tea.

511. 24 December 2005 - 8:22am
What language guides my tongue?
These words, synonymous, required
for speech. In Russian, yazik,
is both tongue & language.
In the beginning was the word.

512. 25 December 2005 - 7:56am
Such sweetness of your shy lips,
unworn of words, speaks poetry
of desire, the intimacy of whispered
ears & overarching night
that touches my tongued promise.

513. 25 December 2005 - 8:05am
Feast of days greets carols
in praise of gifts
& sugar-coated love.
Yet I swell my voice
with the choir of St Stephen
& the redbreast pecking crumbs in snow.

514. 26 December 2005 - 8:06am
The year turns & the day.
The wind has died
down to a breeze,
memories like leaves
hardly stir. The forest
rings with echo & time,
fears nothing but fire.

515. 26 December 2005 - 8:16am
Your secret smile hides
the source of light your name
speaks. It is a mystery
compelling me to uncover
that fire of warmth & passion.
Those star burning eyes.

516. 27 December 2005 - 6:05am
Rhythms of a loving star
whose pulse enlivens me,
are fricatives to her shy lips,
pursed to pearls, (& so she is
my treasure). This intimate
& enigmatic fire.

517. 27 December 2005 - 6:13am
The road North via the miracle
is a history of our choosing.
Every place evocatives of land
that stretches between island koppies,
our imaginations & our eyes.

518. 28 December 2005 - 8:16am
The great river's music largo,
concertante weir, choir of weavers
in this cathedral banked
by thronged reeds, by red bishops,
potentates of this old church.

519. 28 December 2005 - 8:22am
How do I love thee?
Let's seek no arithmetic
to measure infinity!
I would rather know
that there is no limit
to my discovering thee:
that blue beyond your eyes.

520. 28 December 2005 - 9:52am
Upington, bakkie metropolis,
baking in the corrugated sun,
wears its green
like desert mist
edged with iron & grit.
A midstream boulder occupied by endless sky.

521. 28 December 2005 - 3:57pm
Abrasive land glints
in the half-baked sun.
Koppies of steel search
signs of life.
Nothing stirs. An ancient fly
rises like a gunship.
I swat at him listlessly.

522. 28 December 2005 - 4:05pm
Moffat's tears dry now,
the duct from the Eye stopped.
The heat fills my nostril
as if Hell were nearby.
But the languid barbel
sniffs cool mud in the eye bowl.

523. 28 December 2005 - 5:53pm
A million years have seen men
here. Erect then wise, now
foolish. This miracle watched
over a plain of plenty.
The men have left the cave, know
nothing, barely.

524. 29 December 2005 - 5:59am
Those "ringing plains of windy Troy"
are yesterday to this antiquity.
What spirits crowd the hearth here
of a million years of fire?
I feel their gaze & warmth.

525. 30 December 2005 - 8:10am
That lace of rain too light
to  reach any thirst
though its gullet is horizons
of hunger. Though it weeps,
the rain cannot fall
& bats seek water in the wind.

526. 30 December 2005 - 8:11am
We walk naked to the naked cave,
sunset's last reflections barely
dim, feel our flesh ring
to beats of cicada night,
hear spirits of humanity's
twilight. Kiss.

527. 30 December 2005 - 8:12am
Wonderwerk touches far places
in the heart. The everlasting
horizon, iron red earth baked
to its bones, sky domed blue.
Here, voices of ancestors
wing the heat.

528. 31 December 2005 - 7:25am
Can I ever match the bosom
of your family? That embrace?
Yet my foundations stand
equally on the bedrock
of family. Dare we venture
through quicksands together?

529. 31 December 2005 - 7:36am
What is the distance between
Wonderwerk & Pretoria I wonder?
From troglodyte to urban order?
From a certain fear & ignorance
to one more certainly so?