Unwanted Colour Schemes

All this is very much existential poetry in its various forms. The poems are layered and intellectually meant to involve the reader - one which I hope would allow him or her to enter a world which stretches the imagination, opens up new perspectives and alternative fields of creativity. As intimated, it is in the effectiveness of the imagery where the impact is made and where the interpretation becomes a personal experience. Well, that is what I'd like to think. Hope you enjoy something here.

Unwanted Colour Schemes

each winter    

you unlock the cartographer’s imagery     
conjuring up family trees of wildlife 

you slip me into your envelope of flesh

into a dreamer’s corner     

you pass the stares of animals
the white-painted churches

people with buffed-up looks

i assimilate the early-bird pervasiveness
of a fragrant fallout      each winter

the hibiscus
sheds its unwanted colour schemes     

each winter

i think of being with you
i pull you in  

& drape myself in your blanket

Of a Modified Species

apocalyptic

                  maybe

a red knot of light has darkened
                  flashed once too often 

i define phenomenon

as a dolphin

balancing the sun on its snout

words incubate words     lightning
offers a glimpse of apprehension

but i’m no better off      who’s this
who returns each day
                              to clean my room

poking about the collected fragments of a beach     

- these fossilised life forms
                  glazed brittle          

- these samples of emaciated reminders
                  of a modified species 

- who’s this    
                 who has learnt to suck birds’ eggs

I survey
stacks of the unreadable …

the night sky’s

sonic flashes -

firebirds diving -

the prattle of satellites

i wonder about living this fucking life
mixed up in pages 

i recall conversations - influences - dialects
which make no noise - which numb 

the tongue - i sense an intrusiveness –

a tectonic crumpling up

                     of a raw landscape

You don’t appear to notice …

the river

twisting      bucking      a blue flabby 

disguise      churning through rapids

through the stilts of trees   

you ignore

the smell of a metaphor    

you colour in your psychology

to make things more complex     

for instance     i caught you once

asleep with your childhood ecstasies

undressing images

shrinking
into the eyeball of a dream