2010 Texts

1944. 2 January 2010 - 1.43pm
tripe and onion sky
lamb chops on the braai
beg an alm of heaven
leg of mutton given
curse the reason why
the vagabond's high

1945. 5 January 2010 - 8.28am
these holy days
are pillars
to the burden
of my time
here I am
banal philosopher
poet of small rhyme
of foolish smile
playing Buddha
while god packs up laughing

1946. 7 January 2010 - 11.48am
no measure distances us
you and me
in the half-light
and the void
where no sound is
and the years
and your half-life
spinning away
into darkness

1947. 8 January 2010 - 7.05am
no distance measures
the age of light
as you fade
in naked night
my sparkle dull
a singular lust
by neither touch
nor horizon
but still swollen
in your gravity

1948. 19 January 2010 - 12.23pm
the deep throat of marriage
links word and deed
to never-never land
Windy arrives late
pirates the last blast
from her chin
the swallows take off
in real time

1949. 20 January 2010 - 10.47am
sunlit surf ebbs
a message from
whatever god
still listens to a man
looking seaward
from this pretty
shore where a tern
takes flight over
kelp and the arrested

1950. 22 January 2010 - 7.30am
a slow axle of terns
wheel above the reef
an early rider takes the left break
cuts back hangs ten
three metres of white water
growling for the wipe out stoked

1951. 22 January 2010 - 6.02pm
here the aftermath
shows god's morals
the tide flows
it ebbs
the sun shines
it sets
a large dog defecates
a man sits on a bench
seeming to think
god knows what

1952. 23 January 2010 - 7.34am
a sleeping man is
arrested by a dream
as a psychic
who knows who
is owed money
and sleeps alone
or looks in the mirror
trying to recall
what it was

1953. 28 January 2010 - 10.30am
it is not the cat only
that eyes
the mouse
quite so
I know
a man who
was lost
in the big city
which is the last
jungle left
the primates
aint ate yet
she found

1954. 28 January 2010 - 5.58pm
super mouse
performs tricks
cats die for
no Tom Dick
no Harry
no sour puss
alley cat
no lion
no tiger
no sneaky ship's cat
comes close to
super mouse
'cept me

1955. 29 January 2010 - 12.14pm
are you a man
or a mouse
my warlike father
bellows at me
a small man
chin thrust out
bristling challenge
to my towering
smirk mouse
I say looking out
for pussy

1956. 31 January 2010 - 10.38am
life's pantomime
is a costume drama
set in the nursery
three blind mice
still wearing
stevie wonder
shades and bare
arsed docked
cut after
chased farmer's wife

1957. 2 February 2010 - 9.09am
a beautiful mouse
the old monk
who watches these
cloistered days
as time hurries near
wonders of life's
deserts of eternity

1958. 4 February 2010 - 6.29am
an old moon three
quarter set beneath
the old monk three
score year under
a broad belt
a brown cassock
and more he prays
if it pleases the god
of mice and men

1959. 5 February 2010 - 8.34am
the declension
of vertebrae
articulates tongues
of man and angel
of opinion's brass
the hook and eye
of the corsetted
bigot in whom
all worldly wisdom

1960. 5 February 2010 - 4.37pm
a white mouse
or glass slipper
do not hold
champagne well
or long according to
the old proverb
regarding writing
exercises on warm
sunny afternoons

1961. 6 February 2010 - 7.32am
the north wind
under the bleached
mackerel bone sky
ruffles my hair
the long stranded
surf soft plumed
to the tern's taut
wing in this deep
nostrilled morning

1962. 7 February 2010 - 9.32am
the old monk and the churchmouse
discuss modern economic philosophy
the article of faith in particular
that the more cake you eat
the bigger the cake gets

1963. 8 February 2010 - 6.53am
the Kom is filled
to the rim
with alchemist's
quicksilver and
the mewl and nursery
of tern the many
bouldered shore
cauls of kelp
lost maidens
of Atlantic wars

1964. 10 February 2010 - 6.03pm
the Olympia Cafe
is half full
my glass half empty
a woman opposite
offers half a smile
to her other half
who says not half
asking for extra time

1965. 11 February 2010 - 8.29am
a poet doesn't
mince words
words are children
conceived and
conjugated in
the cauldron
of metaphor
and simile
there is a passion
a genitive coitus
stirs her

1966. 11 February 21010 - 6.08pm
the poem's edge
is an old blade
scars serve a reflex
practise an arc
and dialogue
of art with pain
yet the melody lies
in an ear and voice
of the very last god

1967. 12 February 2010 - 7.01am
O lover you
what sap left
under the blurred
eyelid the cheek
sagged to overdone
beef or fleshpot
and parted lip
flicked by a rough
tongue dull
as dishwater

1968. 12 February 2010 - 2.12pm
words dance
in the poet's night
fireflies lighting
midnight's ball
cinder's fairy
a puss in boots
the glass slipper
the wicked witch's
mirrored truth

1969. 13 February 2010 - 6.36am
hey you
you in a poet's skin
lurking in my song
hey you
you in a man's head
hey you
you who forgot he's dead
hey you
you're my band
hey you
wanna hold my hand

1970. 13 February 2010 - 10.52am
the churchmouse
is the spirit
of a stargazer who
named the light
the old monk sees
in the heavens
when he speaks
of god to the mouse
she turns
her other cheek

1971. 14 February 2010 - 8.47am
a line by heart
is a gate
to enter the poet's
there the fruit
to nourish
the palate
with song colour
and sound taste
there my heart

1972. 16 February 2010 - 4.32pm
a poet removed
every word until
the world was darkness
then he took the few lost
syllables to start a small fire
to see a world
without words
without poetry

1973. 17 February 2010 - 6.53am
it's almost midnight
the watch changes
all is made ready
farewells rehearsed
the long day wanes
the slow moon climbs
'tis not too late
to seek a newer world

1974. 17 February 2010 - 10.11am
a poet cannot spark
in god's dull heaven
skinfolds scabbard
the blunt blade
to make the point
none makes sense
of a history you
alone sang loud
songs of praise

1975. 18 February 2010 - 8.45am
I do not pack
my heart to leave
somewhere it turns
somewhere distant
somewhere high
free yet
not unmoved
by the sad song
from the mountains
and the silver sea

1976. 18 February 2010 - 5.55pm
a shallow grave
his teeth stitched
into the sod
smiling still
one pearl one plain
the knitted brow
of the undiscovered poet
averse to
and unrepentant of

1977. 19 February 2010 - 7.07am
what sweet sorrow
is this warm welcome
observed more happily
in the breech
while I remain
without the furniture
without instruction
without manual
or gesture

1978. 23 February 2010 - 7.20am
Morning X.
I sit on a bench
at the Atlantic edge
with honeyed rooibos
under a dirty linen sky.
A trifling surf
listless as the ebb,
drawn away by great gravity.

1979. 24 February 2010 - 6.26am
mine contained
in a cardboard box
poems recipes
the existence
of god honest
war and peace
the thought fox
songs of innocence
photograph albums
xxx movies

1980. 24 February 2010 - 6.42am
these sky mountains
ephemeral capped
ice-fired arisen
the third orison
quivers her lower lip
horizons dripping
wet sailors
in the morning clouds

1981. 24 February 2010 - 9.45am
her body is
the instrument
of her song
without malady
without language
she speaks
of summer rain
the naked earth
beneath her back
her roots exposed
this forest

1982. 25 February 2010 - 7.22pm
I fold her clothes
her body gone
her scent unworn
here cloth stretches
the fabric of form
and memory soft
as skin smooth
under my hand
the shape of her

1983. 26 February 2010 - 7.00am
the sea never tires
it will have the earth
back bit by bit it is
the sea's rounding
pounding each last
pebble to its chemistry
dissolving all
to primeval soup

1984. 1 March 2010 - 8.19am
beware madness
march's milliner
two faced his skull
opinion's husk
turns to me square
advice being
a monologue
I remain silent
at the rack
preoccupied by

1985. 1 March 2010 - 9.54am
a rich vein
mine to mine
catacombs tombs
all mighty gods
turn the other cheek
bad assed

1986. 2 March 2010 - 6.58am
this far seat
this shore under
the waning moon
a poet weeps
three blue cranes
alight on the far spit
a poet weeps
she has her own
light she would
share with you

1987. 2 March 2010 - 9.08am
the old monk serves
the lord tea
and shortbread
Dundee recipe
neither too sweet
nor too baked
just right
they chat amiably
cabbages and kings

1988. 2 March 2010 - 6.39pm
the first line sucks
a Gregorian monk
who sings songs
falsetto I thought
this spurning of
beauty beheld
a Punic fantasy
cuntry & wasted
not cynical
motha fucka

1989. 3 March 2010 - 7.20am
O Great Atlantic
ravish me
Ingrid's intimacy
ravish me
O Sirens wail
drowning me
Drake's small sail
drowning me
O Cape of Hope
silence me
silence me
silence me

1990. 3 March 2010 - 7.31am
half eaten moon
sets emptiness
to music
a monotony
of blue and grey
surf's white teeth
prowl the reef
only the kelp
drowning in soup
wave adios Africa

1991. 3 March 2010 - 3.11pm
the old monk
discards his habit
in the heat
of the moment
summer unsuits
him for him
rain falls from god
a long grief
by a man's naked
poem of praise

1992. 3 March 2010 - 10.16pm
my bed sets sail
into darkness
the crew ghosts
crosses the bar
clear by a finger
rises and falls
to the womb
of the sea
like Silver riding
lady luck
drawn in

1993. 4 March 2010 - 6.44am
it's dawn here
dusk there
these twilight years
birth death
a cycle I know
intimacies change
same locomotive
a caul of sun
the first whimper
of the dying day

1994. 5 March 2010 - 8.00am
our father's fiction
sits in old chair
blind now unable
to speak sensibly
his life's burden
an old war story
endlessly triggered
no victory came
worth a medal

1995. 5 March 2010 - 8.12am
does darkness come
before light
my daughter
who wears my face
softer than a man
knows my frailties
holds my hand
forgives me
my trespasses
my goddess
my dusk

1996. 5 March 1.14pm
jealousy soaked
an old toxin full
of deepening bile
cold piss reeking
of broken women
foul wind
caustic rain
cannibal rituals
cadaver's phallus
cauldron eyes

1997. 5 March 2010 - 1.29pm
her breasts
slope to ambition
her smile ripcords
thermals her under
wear intoxicates
the low priest
presses her
omphalos mistaken
angel's tattoo
nipple hardened

1998. 5 March 2010 - 10.28pm
I don't care much
for Larkin
or pumpkin
I'm told I must
eat brain food
lacking somehow
an indefinable need
to spit out both
rhyme and seed
I'll stick to bitter

1999. 7 March 2010 - 8.10am
a lighthouse's mad eye
glares at empty sea
a reef gnashing
for a mad poet
sky a melodrama
of clashing pinks
father and son
stubble to a moment
of a son's memory

2000. 7 March 2010 - 8.44am
let not his name be
everyman by god
each page enraged
disabused dismayed
yet her inflamed
rhyme is reason
enough to turn
her cheek to another
severe licking

2001. 7 March 2010 - 6.44pm
under milkwoods
the long shadow
of the glass
and years
irrelevantly white
or dry the peculiar
angle of light
out of west
the gnarled nature
of time

2002. 8 March 2010 - 6.56am
sleep with me sister
see if I care
I'll suckle not
my tongue'll plumb you not
I'll see you naked not
I'll hear your song not
I'll smell your scent not

2003. 9 March 2010 - 7.21am
where I sit I am
alone beyond
the path the shore
the offing beyond
the Atlantic
and thoughts
what is what might
be and now the sea
mist rolling in
covering me

2004. 9 March 2010 - 1.32pm
law reduces a word
to a single meaning
poetry introduces
new meaning
to a word
the professions confine imagination
art releases it
art gives life
to meaning

2005. 11 March 2010 - 9.41am
the old poet knows
the perfect line
is silence
he turns to me as if
to speak
smiles inwardly
noting his own inclination
to prosody
lifts one finger
to his lips

2006. 11 March 2010 -11.17am
a poet lives forever
under the dorsal
of the great white
who keeps custody
errors of judgment
opinions argument
the dentistry
of forgiveness
natural appetites

2007. 11 March 2010 - 11.34am
a literary critic sits
in a mall cafe
the conspicuous eye
of an egg still
unhatched behind
the morning paper
he turns to a poet
desperate for
dry rhyme or toast

2008. 12 March 2010 - 2.57pm
Paris Nord
London Victoria
terminals of our history
today tatty Cape Town
your hand fluttering
could not see mine
neither our tears
as you eased slowly away

2009. 13 March 2010 - 7.30am
the mountain waits
the Atlantic pretends
to sleep the sun yawns
in the mouth of the east
three Cape fishermen
load nets aboard a dinghy
Sacred Ibis fly over gods

2010. 14 March 2010 - 9.18am
a poet loves
blow by blow tales
feeling her ass
sway beneath her
as she rides her mule
her breaths deeper
with the canter
as she yodels
valley and mount's joy

2011. 14 March 2010 - 5.25pm
the cold Atlantic
grips my ankles
will never let me go
my heart flown
to where horizons
never touch the sea
I hear her song
in the wind
and her wind
in my song

2012. 15 March 2010 - 6.55am
salmon dawn
mountains cut out
of night mirror sea
an ellipsis
of duikers urge
lines of surf
baritone the shrill
protesting tern
the old monk benched
by horizons

2013. 17 March 2010 - 8.21am
innocence holds her
hostage to this
twilight unknowing
whether dark
or light follows
she'd leave
with me had I
a home in this
world to keep her
from the cold

2014. 18 March 2010 - 8.06am
the reef wallows
waterlogged at the ebb
as if a rusted hull
by parallax bent kelp
above surfers
stoke the white hot set
below a great white silence

2015. 19 March 2010 - 6.10am
is the word of god
as snow is
the weather
of high mountains
climb up dawn lit
fetch down
the newborn word
out of creation's cunt

2016. 19 March 2010 - 6.38am
O Zion!
What memories
god must have
of the tenth day
most of creation
partying two days
extra toying with
his good nature
causing a general pain in the ass

2017. 19 March 2010 - 7.08am
this bench
where I sit
bares the imprint
of yesterdays
thinking this
by the foundering
reef the gall stones
of disappointment
creation's arsehole stink

2018. 20 March 2010 - 7.20am
the Atlantic grey
and grim under
the shapeless fog
depressed malevolent
and weary my thoughts
beaten down
to itch and ache
to tear my skin off
this bloody body

2019. 22 March 2010 - 7.42am
autumn turns away
from summer lips
I am greyer no more
wise than yesterday
as discontent
as the tide's ebb
before intransigent
Africa also fleeing
the storm

2020. 22 March 2010 - 6.50pm
the poet possessed
by syllables each
vertebra inch by
inch tests the air
heavy as satin blue
with incest's loud
odours the smash
and grab surgeon
now a metaphor

2021. 25 March 2010 - 7.49am
after the rain
the sea dozes
gathering strength
dreaming plans
to invade the land
its surface serene
the minor theatre
of water fowl
does not disturb
its malice

2022. 25 March 2010 - 7.44pm
carbolic old age
the waxworks
of opinion soaps
the air squeaky
clean the cadavers
shuffle down
the corridors
to the end smelling
of disappointment
and urine

2023. 26 March 2010 - 8.00am
here at the edge
between now and
now again honed
always to the cut
and slaughter
of dull wit I am
the ungay blade
passing through
the jugular of
my pretensions

2024. 26 March 2010 - 8.09am
she's a good fit
a shoe in if not
a foot half that
Thursday nights
at the roundabout
of indelicacies
a penny for you
spent scrubbing
over the last
trick or treat

2025. 26 March 2010 - 6.26pm
Jesus overhears
the old monk pray
God knows why
he listens
to the familiar
holy words
turn the air to wine
should he intercede
he thinks not
in all faith

2026. 27 March 2010 - 10.55pm
in the artist's house
are many mansions
the spirits awoken
by an alien energy
who inspects each
totem uplifted
to the meaning
of astonishment
the light bright

2027. 28 March 2010 - 8.52am
the better the truth
the better the lie
the perfect lie
is the truth
the perfect poem
is speechless
the perfect song
is silence
the perfect god
is powerless

2028. 28 March 2010 - 9.34pm
the great cat hunts
still I see him
in my heaven's eye
and he me
before I die
it is said his lives
are nine
but only one
is mine

2029. 29 March 2010 - 7.22am
the naked bay
still sleeps in its cot
what rude glory
glitters through
the tree what music
in this morning
song the steady slap
of chine headed
south abating

2030. 30 March 2010 - 11.09pm
does the lifeboat
also sink
when the ship
goes down
am I already
drowned in this
wind that takes
my breath away
and leaves me
gasping out
of water

2031. 31 March 2010 - 5.34am
I am awake
to this dream of you
stretch myself
to your wet lips
still parted
by Thursday's child
his rhythms now
mine excite
my glance a glitter
of intent spilt

2032. 31 March 2010 - 6.34pm
Thursday comes
like thunder
in the valley
of the goddess
who cannot pout
or pronounce
in any tongue
known to man
her cunning
his articulation
their conjugation

2033. 31 March 2010 - 6.45pm
do we all die
and live on
as ghosts
to haunt memory
or forget time
am I already dead
only my spirit
cracking up
unaware it being
alone in the wind
blowing heads

2034. 2 April 2010 - 7.24am
under the skin
you are beautiful
it never fades
in your declining
years radiant
in your smile
always smile
it opens the eyes
to let your beauty
light the world

2035. 2 April 2010 - 5.43pm
is touch the first
sense and the last
intimacy we know
you and I this late
summer afternoon
a butterfly clears the hedge
you in my arms
touch my face
in wonder

2036. 3 April 2010 - 9.15am
I waited for love
I still wait
I will die waiting
so I love others
to keep alive
my loving self
to know
I do still love you
wherever you are
whatever your name

2037. 4 April 2010 - 9.21am
sunny days my friend
weep in this rain
you so far from me
and moving farther
my dark star
a singularity
no light escapes
its event horizon
a watery blue

2038. 4 April 2010 - 3.13pm
from this picture
window you see
heaven skidding by
under a blue sail
before the south east trade
oh that breeze
that summer breeze
to take me home
to you again

2039. 4 April 2010 - 4.04pm
how I waste time
this glass of wine
translucent yet
transparent viewed
in the light
of galaxies
and how I weep
little tears
much sought for
crystal goblets

2040. 5 April 2010 - 7.49am
he loves her
poetry loosely translated
from a Teutonic tongue
its earthy gutturals
its sibilants
of wind in hair
her long climax
to little death
curls his toes

2041. 7 April 2010 - 5.46pm
life forms in this
small aquarium
feed on manna
imagine the alien
spaceship overhead
tossing pizzas laced
with tasty morsels
to bulk you up
ready for grilling

2042. 8 April 2010 - 9.38am
words escape me
this morning
some went there
others vanish
in the haze where
I cannot say
all were flavoured
in a sense
as beheld
or beholden
before becoming

2043. 9 April 2010 - 12.58pm
father father
how much father
thus the prophet
foretells turns
checks her purse
zipped still
pierced by
artefact her ring
held up to be
mounted by
the jeweller

2044. 10 April 2010 - 10.43am
roughly speaking
the mouth
of the rose
tells a story
the stream
is the mountain's
mantra her prayer
the bright
eye of knowing
in reflections
of thirst

2045. 11 April 2010 - 8.18am
low tide
language ebbed
to a single gasp
inarticulate tongues
surf licks rock pools
unstomachs itself
half digested filth
on the sabbath's
body's blood

2046. 11 April 2010 - 1.32pm
what subterfuge
what lengths
he goes to
devilish estate
moody black gown
light blue mascara
eyes of the raptor
a summons
his talons kneading
looking to purchase

2047. 11 April 2010 - 8.26pm
are women simply
more important
us men flagpoles
full of wind
in the prevailing breeze
erect and wondering
how else to use
this inflexibility

2048. 12 April 2010 - 7.39am
the unspoken
morning needs no
words of mine
to brighten
where I sit
in the shadow
of these thoughts
yet troubled life
is all we have
to amuse ourselves
or poets

2049. 13 April 2010 - 7.36am
my thoughts grey
as sea mist
this moist morning
catch the taut
overture to quiet
lifts the spirits
the light opaque
revealing nothing
of the coy day
but music

2050. 15 April 2010 - 8.25am
alpha and omega
the alphabet years
I watch P's & Q's
to the last syllable
all now yesterdays
language and wit
conceits to whiff
in the exhausted
poet's library

2051. 18 April 2010 - 8.37am
O beloved a poet
would sing to you
below the keeps
of your mountain
fortress a melody
of the winter sea
and here I listen
to surf rend
the fabric of regrets

2052. 18 April 2010 - 6.59pm
the day is dead
bats with swept
back wings dive-
bomb the airs
and graces
of Autumn's sea
I too an insect
under a new moon
reflecting stars
in this dying dusk

2053. 19 April 2010 - 9.34am
the rain as such
whether tears
precipitate god's
grief or joy
only grass knows
or remembers
in its thirst
now birds ruffle
a spider threads
her silver necklace

2054. 19 April 2010 - 10.34am
I am the empty
handed poet this
my wretchedness
etched in the image
of the exhausted
clerk who raises
an arthritic hand
in a last gesture
of faith
of divinity

2055. 20 April 2010 - 8.17am
a poet cannot sing
take it as read
she purses her lips
clears her throat
of text articulates
a figure of speech
in front of all puffs
out her chest's
best line

2056. 20 April 2010 - 8.40am
an apostrophe
enlists to fight
the gender wars
battle hardened
she joins the marines
at the hip
hop marching song
sings solo
gets laid
to rest
with an ellipsis

2057. 20 April 2010 - 12.32pm
a poet makes
a clean breast of it
polishes guilt
to its full glitter
writes a sonnet
with the scorns
of time coupling
a summer's day
last syllable's
lust undone

2058. 21 April 2010 - 8.34am
a poet cannot find
a word
a lost sheep
among fridge magnets
that would describe
the cardigan of her warmth
how he would wear
her to his skin
as his nose tickles

2059. 21 April 2010 - 8.52am
Thursday's child
the poet writes
to his beloved
on the colour jealousy
the playing fields
of sturm und drang
the gangrene of opinion
in the hue of her eyes

2060. 21 April 2010 - 11.23am
the old monk seldom drinks
coffee though tea
refreshes his thoughts
and a fine claret
his dreams his prayers
are drawn from the well
in the churchyard

2061. 22 April 2010 - 7.39am
the immortal poet's
voice whispers
in the wind I hear
his tears echo
in her heart I see
her suckled song
her lullaby
to her father's end
his last sleep's peace

2062. 22 April 2010 - 10.29am
an immortal poet
teases the old monk
in tongues of angels
who hears
the matins bell call
he rises he kneels
before the poet
who hears
the mantra call witnesses

2063. 22 April 2010 - 11.14am
a poet writes
in the light
of the brief candle
vast astonishment
the world
the mandala
the monkish figure
a glass darkly
bitter almond tears
incomplete silence

2064. 23 April 2010 - 9.47am
winter wind's
embrace wraps me
the perennial lover
of firesides
and hot toddies
the coal black night
lonely without you
my warmth wasted
on a surrogate pillow

2065. 25 April 2010 - 10.03am
three egrets wade
the tidal pool
reflect themselves
and heaven to my
vast astonishment

2066. 27 April 2010 - 10.20am
do you pray
the gods have left
the morning after
O Beloved
Wednesday's Child
a poet has far to go
he tells me
these distances
the straight and narrow

2067. 27 April 2010 - 10.34am
a poet writes
to uncollar amuse
sleeping as ever
beneath a canopy
green and purple
as syllables
the genius of his
figure and speech

2068. 27 April 2010 - 10.50am
the geology of my understanding
is enfolded
in the mountains
of life's poetry
or is it
there is optimism
in every ravine
listen to the stream
refresh your tears

2069. 27 April 2010 - 12.00 noon
a rumour of air
is the poet's line
stifles the wrath
so he writes
tomorrow the curve
of her breast
will forgive his sins
so he writes
letters to his father

2070. 28 April 2010 - 10.25am
she leaves like Autumn
ever unseasonable
her climate bitterness
inclement opinion
squall of rage
wraps herself in
an Isadora Duncan scarf
to muffle her scream

2071. 29 April 2010 - 8.33am
a man tells of longing
tells of divorce
the loneliness
of bewilderment
he writes a poem
his first
to his young son
I understand why
he cannot show me
his love

2072. 29 April 2010 - 3.30pm
what kind of man
would write a poem
looking over
his shoulder
shouldering out
scorn and wit
seeing a sparrow
on a twig
tell me that I too
touch another's sleeve

2073. 29 April 2010 - 6.19pm
his poem brings
an end
the sun sets
cormorants arrow
to a foreshore roost
these dregs
the cheap wine
pleasantly rough
my peasant palate
desiccated and autumnal

2074. 30 April 2010 - 7.32am
and the moon is full
by a great water
exhausted a man
solitary as the light-
house subdued
by a great weight
who is Canute
this bench hard
by banks of despair

2075. 30 April 2010 - 11.43am
sad poets know life
is comedy
but hilarity's noisy
better solemn
or if silence too
challenging wit
and cutting sarcasm
can sometimes dull
unqualified laughter

2076. 30 April 2010 - 4.04pm
a poet is the yoke
eternal Benedictine
of monkish habit
tipples occasionally
prone to revelation
self-critical of god
a mild imp egged on
by good intentions

2077. 1 May 2010 - 11.24am
is poetry seasonal
aromatic as hot
spice smooth as silk
saddle up yo
pasture me
with the old nag
may day parades
work up a lather
ever hopeful
of a last hayday

2078. 2 May 2010 - 8.28am
a poet attends
her body
her tabernacle
in the ebbing flow
of divine service
mutters a prayer
more in the breech
than observance
seeks an old monk's

2079. 3 May 2010 - 8.27am
a woman and her
best friend Jock
a Cairn take the air
pass me
gazing out to sea
she chats
animatedly him stiff
as she and deaf too
he's older than me
she shouts

2080. 3 May 2010 - 5.03pm
the old monk shares
no papal ambition
his addiction is mild
preference for
a glass of claret
by the fire
before supper
with a volume
of John Donne's

2081. 5 May 2010 - 11.05pm
this weather grits
my teeth
bends my back
to the gale
grumbling rumbling
sea snot shunting
I throw another blanket
on my bed
wishing it her
warm body instead

2082. 8 May 2010 - 7.37am
on my bathroom sill
the crumbling body
of the large brown moth
who comes in dark
searching for light
is trapped in pain
again and again
to die that night

2083. 8 May 2010 - 7.53am
a winter sea rises
as mist creeps in
on the breath
would usurp Africa
with ivory teeth
and grinning surf
but Africa cannot be
conquered by water
only by thirst

2084. 8 May 2010 - 8.07am
Cup slaked. Listening to the sea
music tympany
prominent cymbals
a happy day just
peering over
the eastern hills
and all across
the view of plenty
in sight

2085. 9 May 2010 - 8.16am
I am the intimate
curve and calf
revealing my quick
the fixed smile
the unweighed leap
into the arms
of song and dance
the geometry
of arcs and gravity

2086. 9 May 2010 - 8.34am
the half-eaten man
caught in the act
of his last rights
escapes the jaws
of destiny
returns the holy
waters to the gods
of crag and dune
prepares a new

2087. 9 May 2010 - 9.29am
the mantis prays
to Africa show me
its scar
connect me
mother Africa
to alpha and omega
this winter frost
blanket me
with Namaqualand
speak in tongues
of night

2088. 12 May 2010 - 8.42am
the poet's camera
connects eye to you
take my word for it
he is obsessed
by a small room
pointing out
his long lens'
intrusion reveals
a pornography
of mirrors

2089. 13 May 2010 - 10.48am
beneath my skin
images of you
in the bath silent
as your thoughts
the gekko still
on the ceiling
mirrors your form
in miniature
also enjoying such
quiet warmth

2090. 14 May 2010 - 10.43am
I would pay
lip service to her
her chocolate lies
kiss my  smart ass
sweet heart tongues
my stretch
limousine gives heed
to passengers
as I drive home
my point

2091. 14 May 2010 - 6.00pm
under the mountain
your valley framed
by viscous autumn
light a rainbow
as magnificent
as god's first day
seeps in thoughts
steeped in russet
vine soaked time

2092. 15 May 2010 - 7.30am
the pornography of
first impressions
leaves little to be
desired all is skin
and bone oblique
thoughts totter
in sanctimonious
gesture all fingers
and thumbs

2093. 15 May 2010 - 7.31am
theories of relativity
are the meat
and potatoes
of pillow talk only
yesterday I was all
afroth rehearsing
space time physics
in private mind
with no outcome

2094. 15 May 2010 - 7.32am
literature feeds
on the free meal
a bowl of gruel is
to the dog-tired line
the poet spills
on his bib
ever hopeful that
another crust
is forthcoming

2095. 15 May 2010 - 7.33am
I love the grunt
and sweat
of a weary life
it's the best part
in the theatre
of many plays
of guessing games
that charade
so definitive
of the literary

2096. 15 May 2010 - 8.18am
he inched into her
privacy as a poet
would you know
licking his lips
and hers forgetting
the price
of day-tripping
eating on laps
spilling coke
and fantasies

2097. 16 May 2010 - 8.38am
I place my head in
your mouth O Lion
fangs for memories
future's gullet close
royalty's jester's
a poet who cocks
a snoop at a big cat
whose yawn's

2098. 16 May 2010 - 9.24am
the poet reverses
a tissue of truths
takes a line of most
resistance to sense
binds it to itself and
its least apposite
to recondition
the language

2099. 18 May 2010 - 3.38pm
am I no more
than a voice
this winter of my age
my daughters gone
my son a man
the ships laid up
on the hard
the public house close
and all England
a low cloud

2100. 19 May 2010 - 10.33am
a friend asks after
the old monk who
winters as he lives
by the ocean tides
under the kindly
lighthouse answers
prayer and curse
of lubber and jack
to horizons

2101. 19 May 2010 - 12.06pm
she offers the poet
her paw-paws
such topical fruit
fragrant as morning
and the young sun
straining to match
his fire to hers
breaking fast
over the slow heat

2102. 22 May 2010 - 10.43am
a poem comes
looking for a writer
it isn't fussy
it says
nor does it care
for publishers
or collectives
or collections
no, it only needs
the beautiful reader

2103. 23 May 2010 - 9.28am
is murder hidden
in a word
so venomous a poet
would swoon
and her voice pass
to the other side
where nothing is
no sound no light
but this one word

2104. 23 May 2010 - 9.44am
is this the chalice
my lip's horizon
soft now deepening
in my thirst for you
our hands entwine
in another bondage
we shape to speak
but the silence
shatters me

2105. 24 May 2010 - 7.54am
a sacred ibis alights
in geological time
to deliberate shore
and bounty as I do
also ageless
as these rhythms
this silver morning
of my foolish years

2106. 26 May 2010 - 11.29am
she cannot sleep
in this cold bed
him impaled on
desires no longer
ashamed of his membership
of the old boys' club
look out she screams
as tall timber topples

2107. 26 may 2010 - 5.57pm
I desire most
the kleptomaniac's
lips her last kiss
stolen by a breeze
a promenade of whispers
beneath their eyelashes
and my idle curiosity
both lost and found

2108. 27 May 2010 - 10.38am
the elastic word
packages desire
in eye-watering
mythology makes
a clean breast of
Penny's unsuitable
suitors and untruths
but a ship from Troy
returns her king

2109. 29 May 2010 - 8.12am
the geometry of sex
she tells me
is trajectories
of triangle
and trapezium
calculus of curve
natural parabolas
tending to infinity
or zero
or imaginary numbers

2110. 29 May 2010 - 8.43am
the light is soft
the curtain closed
my thoughts drawn
to sketches of you
those lines
the depths
the shadows
reveal perspectives
the histories you

2111. 29 May 2010 - 9.51am
a masked man is
a marked man
reveals the feminine
in the spirit of latex
and lampoon
addresses the cross
man's reflections
with prosthesis
and platform soles

2112. 29 May 2010 - 10.53am
was I once beautiful
she asks
understanding not
beauty not time
but she has faith
in roses and dark
chocolate checkout
habits of chase
of surrender

2113. 31 May 2010 - 8.35am
nobody smiles
nobody is cheerful
nobody is alive
nobody is happy
nobody jokes
nobody is beautiful
nobody is sexy
nobody loves me
I love living
with nobody

2114. 1 June 2010 - 7.53am
the maiden morning
brightening kissed
with pinks
and mauves
a purple mountain
blesses the otter's
fastidious breakfast
under the waning
moon the tide

2115. 1 June 2010 - 10.27am
a sentimental man
watches an otter
sleek as kelp
emerge as a ripple
expiring on a dawn
kissed shore
send a message
to an old place
from a warm heart's
cold sea

2116. 2 June 2010 - 7.59am
the great Turner
could not paint dawn
more ravishing
the divine palette
uninhibited this morning
as she bathed
enlightened and me
the ever grateful
voyeur agape

2117. 3 June 2010 - 7.03am
I watch the sun
undress ebony night
her frilly frocks like
clouds of fine satin
pinks falling about
my strained horizon
her indigo breasts
her twinkling eyes

2118. 3 June 2010 - 9.03am
so it is
I am the wintering
tree this grey age
turning from cold
to the hearth
of a long life
is that a crocus I see
smile beneath
imagination's frost
or you

2119. 4 June 2010 - 12.36pm
articles of faith are
not above suspicion
this catechism
look at the cloth
collar and cassock
equally naked
and rude so where
do I find my
unworshipped goddess

2120. 5 June 2010 - 8.50am
the sea is so old
it has forgiven
if not forgotten
these scarred rocks
where I sit
eyewitness also
scarred by this
beautiful world
also forgiven
also forgetting

2121. 5 June 2010 - 9.02am
an African man
pushes his bicycle
along a path
at the very edge
of Africa exchanges
greetings as ancient
as our tongues and
eyes both bright
this winter morning

2122. 5 June 2010 - 10.18am
a poem has no meaning
only intent to move
the heart under her
breast caught by his
eye in the half light
and shadow forms
surely the ghosts
of lost youths' hope

2123. 5 June 2010 - 1.26pm
my mother these many years
in a cocoon
of hypochondria
throws off that husk
to reveal the joyful
flight of the dying
butterfly no longer
afraid of the light

2124. 7 June 2010 - 7.52am
are you more than
my imagination
the hypotenuse to
my right angle
I crave your smile
my billy empty and
this desert deep and
you not a mirage
again but a spring

2125. 18 June 2010 - 12.28pm
the woman anchored true north
would sail cast off unreef her
ship outer here close hauled
to a quiet ocean the main sheet
singing a sea shanty
not the blues

2126. 18 June 2010 - 12.30pm
ghost of the departed
guest overnights breathless
as her last secrets
notwithstanding close
examination reveals necessity
her quick his hand
transports a pearl

2127. 20 June 2010 - 9.17am
my father my children indaba
day begins it ends
always the dark
my mother my children indaba
night ends it begins
always the light
as it is world without end

2128. 21 June 2010 - 2.48pm
O Burning Core birth me
bear me born again
mother of all rage the iron
will the temper of your fire
all hell let loose polar lights
obsidian bled mantle seduces

2129. 23 June 2010 9.19am
what lily is this
what valley
would have me
recall recitatives
and old flames
by the fireplace
the old monk reflects
his youth spent
near misses
far countries

2130. 25 June 2010 - 8.14am
the Atlantic rumbles under
my skin the fire and ice
of lust
and life
the blue dinghy of my voyage
high and dry
Ulysses nails himself
to the mast
when she calls

2131. 30 June 2010 - 11.00am
who is the beneficiary
i ask myself making
a small deposit saved
all week in my piggie
bank your lips pursed
in a cunning ruby
tuesday finger licking
good way

2132. 2 July 2010 - 8.11am
the half man knuckles down
to his sense of humour
his doll a caricature
her puppet dance sweeps
him off her feet
in simian grace he tumbles
beneath her contempt

2133. 3 July 2010 - 8.07am
half moon wanes above
boogie board dawn
god's sixth day glassy
two riders break left
three coast the otter reef
kelp threads five metre
window panes shatter

2134. 3 July 2010 - 11.26
the light is good
this visited metaphor
explains little of grace
is that you smiling
watching a sunset
dash herself to pieces
far from the beloved
country fair

2135. 8 July 2010 - 12.21pm
granite tombed in black
David's star etched
in the weeping cemetery
ghosts like undertakers
silent as an army
stiffly paraded by rank
and file watch me pass

2136. 9 July 2010 - 7.12am
if the function of science is
to discover a truth
the function of art is
of poetry is
for the old monk by the shore
it is the meaning of god

2137. 10 July 2010 - 7.29am
on the last day
god looks upon creation
and it is bad
at the edge of light
a deepening
widening darkness
engulfs each
moment's history until
he is well pleased

2138. 10 July 2010 - 7.46am
I've got these scars
the sun hasn't healed
it's not dark yet
my lips unsealed
these are the words
divorced of light
it's not dark yet
and not yet night

2139. 10 July 2010 - 11.49pm
I listen to the rain drum
safe in the arms of this bed
through the French doors
lights fade and sparkle
across the bay as you lie
half a world away lost too

2140. 11 July 2010 - 0.02am
the wind sings seeks to enter
a pervasive lover testing latches
humming a demented tune
even shadows cower
as I pull the blankets up
as if coy and it mistress

2141. 13 July 2010 - 11.02am
how a world changes
turns on the axis
of two hearts bloody still
but warm hers and  mine
the steady axle
of the gyroscope
pointing true north
to her smile

2142. 15 July 2010 - 8.24am
at last I hear your voice
so strange so familiar
is it grace
that smile that carries me
to the end of Africa
to this winter shore
O sacred ibis
fly home to me

2143. 16 July 2010 - 2.56pm
I hear her
she has my ear
my heart too
my eye my self
a little teased
a little drawn
to ravish
nineteen kinds
of laughter
hoping to feel
a proper charlie

2144. 16 July 2010 - 7.19pm
my 19th breakdown
is over
I wanna hold her hand
so the songbird sang
in a jigger-jagger lyric
for the virgin London critic
now sober
my 19th nervous breakdown

2145. 16 July 2010 - 7.57pm
I always enjoy the 19th
hole at the end of the day
it's a prime number
she's a prime number
or would be
if that were pc
on the other hand
a birdie in the bush

2146. 17 July 2010 - 11.40am


2147. 18 July 2010 - 10.15am
the nature of longing
is length
as shadows do in this
winter sun how the man looks
into her eyes sees her soul
there waiting too
for the spring buds
to flower

2148. 18 July 2010 - 11.17pm
only the air is patient
waiting for wind
dog-fight gulls
engines screaming
doppler overhead
the moon is impassive
waiting for wind
I am tingling
waiting for you

2149. 19 July 2010 - 11.45am
you are here with me
sitting chatting
in the warm winter sun
we are holding hands
planning our life together
laughing at the curiosities
of love and fate

2150. 20 July 2010 - 12.09pm
what measure measures
your love my love
what line of reasoning
is this unreasoned
what judgment so unjudged
what knowledge so unknown
what sight so sought

2151. 21 July 2010 - 7.57am
am I too quick to love
kindling to her
not the molten heart
quick to turn to ash
and lie spent
among the embers
of a great passion
an extinct man
from Phoenix

2152. 21 July 2010 - 9.40am
is faith the measure
of longing
god knows I love you
as I do
beyond time and space
to touch your cheek
would ease the knee
of my prayers
in this musty crypt

2153. 23 July 2010 - 9.56am
I know you are there
when we sleep
the tired stone years
my pillow cold comfort
but then the fresh dawn
breeze stirs the blind
as if you need to return
my sight

2154. 24 July 2010 - 9.37am
when I am done
bury me
beneath an old poem
and a yard of turf
stand silent there
listen to the trees
whisper my name
breathe in
while you live
O damaged man

2155. 26 July 2010 - 12.15pm
she has no sweet sorrow here
here is Paddington
his honey pot spread
his trousers checked
he dips a tasteless digit
to her displeasure
comes to the same view

2156. 27 July 2010 - 11.49am
the dog in me
never tires
keeps the bitch in sight
the whole long chase
she knows this
wags her tail
as if this were fine sport
and me mongrel
to her lady tramp

2157. 28 July 2010 - 7.01am
a man searching
finds grace in the nick of time
rare beauty
only the killjoy can ravage
he turns to the poet
within himself
kennelled with the dogs
of war today

2158. 29 July 2010 - 8.26am
could I count the ways
each pebble each powdered
galaxy each beat of hearts
each blink each song
each drop in the forest stream
each moment of eternity
my love

2159. 30 July 2010 - 9.56am
the circus leaves town
the trapeze artist sleeps
the lioness measures her cage
only the clown remains
serious under his mask
is that a tear
I see
in this mirror

2160. 31 July 2020 - 10.00am
a few spring flowers are out
also anticipating better times
but the north wester
is still fierce in my face
as if he had not heard
his days are numbered too

2161. 31 July 2010 - 10.12am
your rose raises me
such subtlety of nose
I breathe you in
on tip toe
and the painter's palette
to describe
a love affair
that is the portrait
of a jealous man

2162. 2 August 2010 - 11.32am
she touches this edge
peels me
reveals the pith
and seed
that sweetness
the honey
of busy lives
and all with a song
of summer kisses
of watermelon sugar

2163. 4 August 2010 - 8.13am
my rage boils yet this
blood dressed dawn
the untermensch thrusts yet
stabs my heart
his blade blunted
he hacks in the passages
nobody escapes
the unfair sex

2164. 4 August 2010 - 2.39pm
I know this will end
it is the song
it begins
it ends
it refrains
it repeats
there are other songs
other voices
other discords
other harmonies
one beautiful you

2165. 5 August 2010 - 9.47am
here bullet
through the church
angels of death
in the rafters me coasting
never land asking for grace
but she ideals with the
untermensch to kiss the toad

2166. 6 August 2010 - 7.59am
the sea mist clothes dawn
and my thoughts
in a certain gloom
the underwear of uncertain day
feminine certainly
uncertainly you
half naked in my mind's eye

2167. 6 August 2010 - 8.13am
was it enola gaye
and the fat boy
planted a new sun
too close to a house
of cards burning
every thing to negatives
nothing escapes the light
not lies not truth

2168. 7 August 2010 - 8.12am
the strange bed imagines
your body here
deep Coco flavours
our names breathe
in rhythms and out
our kisses are tears
our tongues speak
in tongues of angels

2169. 8 August 2010 - 10.05am
your name breathes
fills me with your song
I hear within
a sea echo in the mist
I call your name again
again it echoes
the mountain's voice
the long horizon's

2170. 8 August 2010 - 9.21pm
I have lived
so long without you
another minute is
geological I am a fossil
a Devonian a fish's
first totter to breathe you
this cold blood
this merman hooked

2171. 9 August 2010 - 0.25am
a woman forgot love
at first she had lots
too much
but bit by bit he took it all
grunt by grunt like a pig
in the orchard
in the end a husk
she began to hate

2172. 10 August 2010 - 4.19pm
the nightmare roars
the dragon soars
from his schloss
after the bar closes
the fair maiden poses
at a loss
she keeps her head
far from his bed
what a fuss

2173. 10 August 2010 - 6.50pm
filled with thoughts of you
almost pure
a joy I knew I had
carefully parcelled behind the hearth
waiting for the day
to bring out
and show you
who I am

2174. 11 August 2010 - 5.39pm
the dark paps of memory
amuse distend and wet
the tongued lip partially
anticipates re-engagement
the vertigo of lust
the open pastured
farmyard horizon's toll

2175. 11 August 2010 - 5.53pm
the old monk stands
at the gate to this
year's field still fallow
his eye's unwavering lens
turns over the soil
anticipates harvest
pagan rites
corn dollies

2176. 12 August 2010 - 7.58am
the first shadows awake
stretch and yawn
somewhere a dog barks
irritably blinks at the jogger
the north wester cool
ruffles my hair as my mother
did mornings

2177. 14 August 2010 - 8.47am
the old monk hears god sing
the wind in his hair
his footfall on the raked path
to the orchard
a woman call her child
a surprise of starlings
lift god's name

2178. 16 August 2010 - 11.36am
the old monk tells
me forgiveness is a gift
of god it is not
just or kind it
is absent in law
it balances no scale
instead it restores
divinity to humanity

2179. 16 August 2010 - 3.16pm
a poet had too many words
in the bank so he emigrated
to Australia where interest
is low and borrowing high
there he bonded with Jim
who was often disgraceful

2180. 17 August 2010 - 7.08am
a peasant counts the ways
on his fingers
it tells she is more
than a handful
with such beauty
the master is sure to want
to take her single pearl
as his own

2181. 17 August 2010 - 1.51pm
a feasible poet stands
ankle deep in three
anchor bay slime
stevie waving goodbye
to ingrid stroking
a gullet filled atlantic
on the brink of coping
with myself

2182. 23 August 2010 - 7.15am
how dark the world is
the weight of words
wintry bare and cold
the word of god grim
as grammar but still
I write to you
these measured
syllables of longing

2183. 24 August 2010 - 8.27am
the fabric of spring
is woven in winter
these long nights dark
and cold without you
while I weave and count
the warp and weft
of my shuttle's rhyme
and season

2184. 27 August 2010 - 8.56am
the big bad wolf loves
mutton he says or lamb
the fleece is best
I wear it in public
nobody knows who I am
but the dogs do
when I near the flock
licking my lips

2185. 30 August 2010 - 7.59am
the old monk looks
in his mirror
with affection this morning
he smiles frowns
shows his best side
what is there to say afterall
if one is created
in god's image

2186. 1 September 2010 - 4.19pm
what is image in my brain
but neuro chemical
connection arousing me
to other thoughts of you
just another hit
that spikes me
to the hot formula
of your fine ass

2187. 3 September 2010 - 9.39am
the old monk has heard
too many sermons
the abbot could take
his own advice and trust
in god as the peasant does
even in the silence and cold
of an empty church

2188. 5 September 2010 - 8.54am
the old monk confesses
to the father
he has sinned in the mind
if not in the flesh
the flesh is lesser
and briefer in the breach
but his mind rehearses
the play

2189. 5 September 2010 - 8.59am
the man is no more
than a voice
his love is the great wind
his voice crashes on the reef
his eye gazes from the fire
this is his song
his song of emptiness

2190. 7 September 2010 - 11.49am
the old monk exercises
patience without resignation
he and the peasant are slow
to anger choosing prayer
over curse
leaving vengeance
to carrion and scavenger

2191. 7 September 2010 - 12.07pm
even the wind knows nothing
of love how it is
nowhere and everywhere
how it speaks
in caress and roughness
how I turn to you
in this weather
this season's quiet

2192. 15 September 2010 - 11.30am
the old monk is glum
this morning
the weather gloomy
under the low sky and
drips snottily from the eaves
he decides to write a letter
of complaint to his angel

2193. 15 September 2010 - 11.43am
Dear Angelo
Please send good news
or money soon.
I notice even people who have
it, don't want work.
Maybe work has betrayed
the Protestant Ethic?
Truly, yours

2194. 16 September 2010 - 08.31am
the old monk's prayers
are poetry
for your eyes only
he tells his angel
and the ear of god
who loves his voice
at evensong
as the sun sets
and candles are lit

2195. 16 September 2010 - 08.44am
Dear Monkey,
The good news is you don't
need money
where you are going.
I am reliably informed
that stout shoes will help
protect your feet
from cinders.

2196. 16 September 2010 - 09.06am
the old monk cannot lie
his truths are complete
his vow is silence
he listens without comment
he loves without consequence
he cannot hate
he looks for grace

2197. 17 September 2010 - 08.02am
the world surprises
neither the old monk
nor the peasant
but the poet is
vastly astonished
understands nothing
new always returns
to the refrain
or lullaby

2198. 20 September 2010 - 03.29pm
the poet loves
the rising tension
that disengages all
but essential services
to focus on
the rise and curve
the rise and rhyme
and season
of your sweet ass

2199. 21 September 2010 - 01.53pm
Dear Angelo
the weather changes
night lasts all day
stars are stoic
the moon full-bellied
prayers sung
children lifted
the sea restless
dogs whimper
God's name

2200. 22 September 2010 - 09.11am
O Monk
the weather is not God's
nor are stars his hers
nor genitive her him
nor the wind breathe
nor the tide copulate
nor time conceived
your servant

2201. 24 September 2010 - 12.58pm
a poet grips the earth
until words squeeze
from his fist
his song's wet clay
rises in steam in fire
in the kiln of his music
to burn lines
to unmask himself

2202. 24 September 2010 - 01.51pm
a mystical rain seeds
the earth womb
under the mountain gorges
a masked man calls me
to prayer and solitude
I hear the earth's screams
give birth to my mother

2203. 25 September 2010 - 08.57am
a bronze man dances
in the naked garden
born again the nymph
offers her breast
if he remove his mask
but he is blinded
by the music
he will flee
the mortal clay

2204. 27 September 2010 - 6.50am
a poet uses his tongue
to taste the painter
articulates her point
of reference
she pivots at an apex
to unhinge her sex
as he bears witness
to palette and pussy

2205. 27 September 2010 - 7.14am
talk me down
O Icarus
I close the light
so heated I
wax and wain
flow and ebb
search your body
with my poet's tongue
to articulate this
word unknown to
any man

2206. 27 September 2010 - 8.40am
a poet combs the horizon
at the edge of his longing
no distance is closer
than his heart or further
from his voice
so he sings his lullaby
to the morning light

2207. 30 September 2010 - 2.42pm
when it blows
the old monk wraps up
walks down to the beach
to watch the breakers
hurl themselves
on the rocks
that have so long repulsed
the Atlantic's embrace

2208. 30 September 2010 - 2.54pm
there he considers the meaning
of patience
how it is not given
to those who need it
most those who tire
in their voyage
who find wind and sea
untamed still

2209. 30 September - 8.39pm
the old monk knows nothing
of the bereft he knows less
of god he trusts more
in faith and less in good
weather and the well-ploughed
field than good
natured men

2210. 1 October 2010 - 12.35pm
the old monk enjoys
a ploughman's and a glass
of pale ale after morning
service at the dog and whistle
and a game of dominoes
to ponder over a second glass

2211. 2 October 2010 - 5.46pm
the great white feeds
me to my therapist
who has long teeth
and a gaping smile
she poodles to her id
she terrorises his ego
ergo he settles
couches a confession

2212. 5 October 2010 - 8.32am
these have seen us come
and go with equal indifference
foul men in wooden boats
foul men in plastic
the sun lights this scene
ageless as stone as if
I were last

2213. 6 October 2010 - 6.55pm
a poet finds her metaphor
in a death rattle
the flesh burning
a self examination
the viva of failure
a diabolical rhyme
marks the Thomas
of cynicism
his alone

2214. 7 October 2010 - 9.00am
a poet explores
the whole of Brazil
each deforested valley
each denuded hill
her essence like her voice
neither forgotten
nor remembered
an archaeology uncovered

2215. 9 October 2010 - 9.35am
the old monk does not ask
forgiveness he forgives
as he loves without agenda
so he loves within
but the poet loves Brazil
as if Adam of Eve
for giving her fruit

2216. 11 October 2010 - 5.44pm
a melancholy poet considers
the exhausted whore
youth sweating and shopped
naked as a bead
necklaced and threaded
wild oat seeded
dreaming of a white

2217. 11 October 2010 - 6.02pm
the opening ceremony
never seduces the poet
nor the balloons
at the unashamed entrance
nor the Brazilian
exposed by a letter
to the world
daggers drawn as usual

2218. 15 October 2010 - 12.41pm
in Brazil patchwork quilts
don't cover the whole
where people lie like spoons
stripped of inhibitions
in the brassy sun come
mardi gras they parade

2219. 16 October 2010 - 6.44am
her Bermuda triangle is
early morning's glory
and mystery the don
asks himself how to address
the issue of plagiarism
she purses her lips
in a perfidious smile

2220. 22 October 2010 - 9.58am
of darkness
the old monk says little
he closes his eyes to see
the light
the poet would see
better if he listened
to the silence of prayer
in darkness

2221. 26 October 2010 - 10.02am
the missing poet
knows the line
that divides despair
from a sunny day
her words etch
the coffin lid
scar my livid poem
the way she plays
her hand
herself an ace

2222. 28 October 2010 - 8.58am
I live on the edge of
Africa of its teeth jarred
white as the break left
at the Outer Kom in
the early sun this
morning of a life sooner
lived then forgotten

2223. 2 November 2010 - 11.45am
a queen knows that
bishop and rook rank
in the scheme of affairs
the king's horse's always
willing to mount
the scaffold in a show
exhibits his helmet
to a pawn

2224. 13 November 2010 - 8.32am
I sleep in stone
such music in a molecule
and light behind dark
content in empty cups
paradox in flight
then comes love
sweet chorus and nests
chocolate smells

2225. 14 November 2010 - 9.55am
she dozes
the light still liquid
himself rude rises
kettles a chorus
turns spittle to its lip
sweetens his smile
and returns to her rigid
monumental antiquity

2226. 15 November 2010 - 6.05am
no history brokers
a dawn like this
even return to eden
flocks where i roost
and the moon too
comic attends jests
in half gesture imperial
purple walled hills

2227. 15 November 2010 - 6.35am
Notes to a poet.
Watch the gulls circle
inventing figures of speech.
Hold the lens to your good eye,
and your breath. Press gently.
Horizons are level headed.

2228. 15 November 2010 - 6.49am
native sky and observer
listen and chart
no measures help decide
course or wind
colour changes with resolve
silence too
has gone
the waters back off

2229. 16 November 2010 - 9.31am
send for honey on grey days
when sheep lift their heads
watch pied crows
do not argue at dawn or dusk
women in trousers can read
your mind and will remember

2230. 17 November 2010 - 7.58am
make a note
to sing in the mountains
the clouds have gathered
and the granite waits
listen to the voices
of your remembering
your own when your
innocence smiled

2231. 18 November 2010 - 7.27am
for example the lighthouse
views without opinion
sure of location
day and night
fair weather and foul
warns of the shallow
metaphor of fact
before faith in gods

2232. 20 November 2010 - 12.18pm
give oranges to sweet hearts
honey to lovers
pare fruit and dice
eat at passion's table
drink deeply
hold your love's gaze
lick your lips
remember to kiss

2233. 21 November 2010 - 12 noon
break bread
crumbs are wholesome
laughter at breakfast
helps digest oats
fresh coffee civilises men
let the children talk
of adult questions
and answers

2234. 22 November 2010 - 7.00am
the child is not deceived
by the obvious
hide from the adult
in his foreground
the decoy is for fools
and children but
children remember
your lies and tricks

2235. 24 November 2010 - 8.47am
this trail's spoor treads
old memories and signs
who pass
lifting my heels too
to leave my mark
on the face of africa
not yet washed away
by tears and years

2236. 29 November 2010 - 8.01am
still life water colour man
his sky high clouded
distances diluted desiccated
dull stone washed plain
solitary windmill slow slurp
of  parched imaged sorrow

2237. 7 December 2010 - 11.43am
this voice
I hear calling is it mine
would I know if not
is the sound of the surf
the surf or some other
this voice
a poem still pregnant
and morning sickening

2238. 12 December 2010 - 10.04am
skin me
take this
the subcutaneous man
a priori always argues
the held position
digs in his heels
fed up with the specious
unspoken word

2239. 13 December 2010 - 5.27pm
imagine this place 30 years
hence some changes not much
this café gone at last
you spot your son
on the other pavement
you call him
he turns without recognition

2240. 22 December 2010 - 11.41am
the world remains
indifferent to my passing
joggers jog
the Atlantic rolls in
we eat fruit at breakfast
get ready
I hope to see Mum today
and I do
though passed

2241. 23 December 20.10 - 7.36am
kelp uprooted and flung ashore
dry to charred limbs
old bones to ash
their dark relatives watch
from the offing
tiptoe with the tide
their dirge never quieted

2242. 24 December 2010 - 6.59am
the bench is damp with dew
or mist the tide floods
the kelp dressed shore
where I sit where we sit
as if two terns in paradise
wondering why the world
is weeping

2243. 24 December 2010 - 1.47pm
do you remember the day
your mother let go your hand
both your hearts pounding
expecting the best or worst
and you turn to look
at her face which is all smile

2244. 24 December 2010 - 5.11pm
all my years have unprepared
me for today I fetched her
things the intimacies of her
smell her underclothes
her knitted jumpers
by her own hand
I held so often

2245. 25 December 2010 - 6.12am
now you are dead
we resume
our conversation
gosh you have a lot to say!
and such loving advice
I realise now how missed
the long years
only your kisses spoke

2246. 25 December 2010 - 6.20am
I spoke to Dad yesterday Mum
basically to warn him
if not too late
you're on the way
though of course
you may have touched already
perhaps a little shy at first

2247. 25 December 2010 - 6.43am
why pray
when you can speak
your mind directly
this pussy footing
around god does little
for mental health generally
last we spoke
a little rudeness was apt

2248. 25 December 2010 - 9.06am
and old loves too
need love
yesterday - my life in between -
I saw Joyce just the same
hard ass memory at bottom
but hell I forgive her too
letting my tears dry

2249. 28 December 2010 - 11.03am
the old monk considers
a cliché
the writing on the wall
how loud it is
he takes a vow of silence
listens to the world shudder
a column of ants
also silent pass

2250. 29 December 2010 - 9.05am
my mother is a week dead
already memory
the world passed on
to the next triviality
undistracted by a happy spirit
who hid from her terrors
in laughter and love

2251. 31 December 2010 - 8.18pm
this language innermost
to vertigo
of men and angels
carries no echo
of times past
and light or water
stars at noon
the moon full
promises remission
and shadows

2252. 31 December 2010 - 9.50pm
a year contracts
into its calendar
a flatness like the spoor
of a great beast of antiquity
its eyes rolling
heavy hipped into a petrified
history or darkness