MORE POEMS ABOUT THE ENDS OF TIMES

The Yellow Notebook

Dearly Beloved

I am gathered here today

to light a good fire on your grave

You always liked flowers

and you always loved

flames.

Amen

 

I strike the match

Swift fire’s contagion instantly infects nature’s finite shame

Order

becomes Energy

Of every gifted rose’s remnants - savoured so long –

infinity enfolds each brittle petal, the labour of the ages

What once was [preserved between stained tissues, pressed

in Aesop’s Fables’ yellowed pages & saved for

favourite, special, sacred, moments & occasions] is no more

What remains? Now, that is a question for The Sages!
Sagely, they would answer with or without a single word -

whilst proper prophets and philosophers prefer to proffer The Yellow Pages

Guided by a gentle and mysterious hand, I ascended,

To the tender will of the still night’s airless breath, my spirit was subdued 
THIS is the greater current

THIS mighty river, THESE winding streams
THESE threads of time, THIS ancient loom

THIS, the tree, & THESE, the leaves

THESE, the waves, &THIS, the sea

THIS IS THE SEA

Hesse, that is I, THIS is HE:

“East is The Sea - THIS, The Sea, IS”

This is ‘HE THAT IS’: “Set, The Sea is HIS:

THIS is The Seat, HIS is The Seat, HIS is The Sea!”

Thea is a SHE, Isis is The Sea, that is, SHE is The Atheist,

SHE is THIS is THESE - A SHE, Thea, Isis - ’tis this: The Sea!

i hate you

When you took those words, when you spat them right out,

When you shat them right out on my spinning-top head -

Well, I spun and I span and the shit was spread

All over the walls and our nuptial bed

We’re wired

together

We’re twisted
together

We come together but we’re spiralling apart

Riding off into the sunset on our merry-go-round hearts

2009