BERLIN ALEXANDERPLATZ

Lingering

Lingering
In the warmth
Of your skin

Listening
To the slow rhythm
Of your heart

The morning’s shadows
Playing like children
In you hair

And I wait impatiently
For you to open
Your eyes

Eyes that have given in
To the heaviness
Of sleep

A Beauty So Resplendent

How is it
That someone so majestic

In a beauty so willing
To be captured

Is always defeated
By a sanguine indifference

To encouraging the simple pleasures
Of a beauty so majestic

A resplendence
So willing to be captured

For a moment

In a child’s smile so soon forgotten
An innocence proudly insisting majesty
Never to be stilled

How is it that we in our bitterness
Forgo the pleasures of a child’s majesty

So proudly insisted in a smile
Forever encouraging an innocence
So resplendent

A majesty
So soon forgotten

Flesh Builds up a Resistance

Flesh
Builds up a resistance
To touch

A scorpion’s tail
Or
A whoring cry

Puts
The fear
Of death

Into a heart
Cowering
In fear

These battered souls
Cursed to touch
For being men

For whom a peaceful
Moment
Is but a dream

Waiting
For a soft caress
A whisper

Nothing more

Flesh
Builds up a resistance
To pain

Man preys upon man
Weaker
Than he

Men who curse
And
Pass sentence

On other men

These bones
That charge the night
Hands raised

Cursing
The scorpion’s
Tail

Fearless
But in a dream
Cowering

For flesh
Builds up a resistance
To touch

Putting fear
Into
The hearts

Of battered
Souls
And men

In An Ether

I would like to think
He said
That snow is black

Like a crow’s feathers
Or like rain
He said

Drawing stickmen in the sky
Or perhaps
Like a Moroccan sunset

Blistering the horizon
Skillet-black
Or a corpse

He said

Dredged begrudgingly
From a sea

Blackened with waves

I would like to think
He said
That sand is black

And that snow
Black as crow’s feathers
He said

Wings arching

Skimming a skillet-black sky
Drowning
In an ether blackened

And too heavy

For flight

ICE-formation’s

Ice-forms
Always
Where it is unwanted

In crevasses and on dragon’s
Teeth
On spigots and head’s cresting

Always
Where it is unwelcome

Ice-frames
Silly side-glances
Those moments of thought

Branded
With inanities
When life’s last laugh

Always
Ices-over the unwanted
Memories

You
However
Have no dragon’s-teeth

Nor
Silly side-glances
Inanities

Those unwelcome ice-formation’s
Forming
Unwanted memories

Like heads bullied
Screaming
From the nether-mouth of unreason

High Fashionable

And the scold of her face and an indifference to men and high fashion and being eaten up between the legs and my tongue spiced with onions and rime

And her fashionable face meets my jaw jawing hard and down like a chisel beveling stone thick skin and ointments and salves and balms to leaven the

Dryness where fashion meets the cusp of my tonguing lolling and indifferent to her high fashionable want for pointy shoes and a handbag to match the

Colour of her eyes and she points a hard red nail like a railhead in my high unfashionable face lips biting down hard on Majorca and Minorca in that

Place between her handbag and the colour of her eyes not blue and her indifference to my wishes never to be fulfilled by Freud or high fashion