The stranger

The stranger

Feeling discomfort I turn

He was there

smiling as I expect -

colder than the

womb of the forzen sea,

'Do you fear me?'

I keep mum,

'There is no shame' he assures -

I open my eyes

to memories recollected

in celluloid frames,

I can see my son holding on to his toys -

'He is too young' I wail

'He will grow his own way', He

cannot be wrong, I know.

I rush through the open door

Close the windows

He waves and fades -

'Just yet again', I whimper,

recoil as the stranger visits

another home.

Sentinel

Sentinel

I prepare

to rest-

a long day,

remembrances

of

chronicled fatigue

a lonely kite

waits

with my words -

never sleeps

O lord

O lord

Under the copulating sky

the buses roar

at the pigeons' flight

the station hangs

in a frame ,

the bustle in the airport -

all leave me numb

o lord

give me a shelter

in your home,

you take my body

I beg your soul.

Wait

Wait

The float bobs

once more,

the angler waits -

hooking himself

to the bait.

I pay out the line,

the reel runs out

the fishing line,

the rod - bend

further away.

The sky above

is blue with love

I move up

for the roe -

the angler holds back.

The Waiting Room

The Waiting Room

I

They come alone

Red

Green

Blue

Walk with you

Talk till your words

Dry up -

Then they leave

Alone.

You get up,

Bathe,

Fill up and greet

Another

Transit passenger.

II

They change trains,

I whisper in the ears

Tales - as they wait,

They wait, to leave me.

In silent dusk

I wander

with pregnant hope,

I wait, to be emptied yet again.

Death

Death

The disheveled

wallet

flung

memory pages

like

the popcorn machine

crisp

minute

brown

i walk

through

a monochrome forest

a sun

no shadow

brief interlude

the dance of death.

She

She

She cavorts

through

the shadows

of

genteel remembrances

quiet

pecked my mind

I fall oh

from her

chest

of drawers

to be her

footsteps.