Poetry

some poems...

Cherry

A Poet in Student Halls

Between shapes moving towards the serpent and crystal craving shapes, I'll grow a beard as deep as the river, and stick a poster on my wall. With a tree that can't stop singing

A Bird in the Sky

Soaring through grim waves and concrete tower blocks, dancing in the pristine light, of cold winter’s glare. While a notion of stamping feet rushes on the ground, a busy anywhere hum

A Tyranny of Angels

My friend, you've grown wings, what a curious thing! Surely you don't intend to fly? You weren't meant to adorn the sky, better to clip them now quickly,

Breakfast Haiku

Chopped bananas and frozen açaí berries, melting in the sink.

Daybreak

The crisp blue dawn breathes a sharpened sigh, that, deep and heavy, drifts over sleeping rooftops, unfolds into a thousand silver grey butterflies that hover over the dreams
Cherry

Ode to a Nerudean Apple

And would you believe me if I told you that this apple sings? Green and perfect, fleshy womb of nature, gleaming in the light of a perfect sun, shining, radiant, a golden delicious miracle,

The Girl on the Tracks

Theres a girl standing there, on the tracks, with long hair, blue eyes and an invisible smile. Her face is a cloud of sadness, and her skin is cold and soft. In her hands she holds the edges

Waiting for Mrs. Woolf

Waiting for Virginia to appear in the projection of little wooden desktops who, warp with age, the fresh virgin canvas of learning, bend into letters forming in the sky,

Time

She said 'tomorrow might never come' to which I said 'it already has. It happened yesterday, along with all those other thousand year old things, because today is yesterday tomorrow'

Dom Casmurro's Sonnet

A hastily constructed homage to Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis, inspired by his book 'Dom Casmurro', and specifically the unfinished sonnet to which the title of the poem alludes...
Cherry

Time Killer

We are murderers, you and I, cold-blooded killers of sharpened sticks, that inch slowly forward, stopped dead in their tracks by the stiff hands of time, three hands, yours, and mine,

Song For My Sister

My sister holds mud in her hands, yet the blue dawn sings, the frail sound of lilac tears, spring flourishing in her palm, and falling to the ground to be pecked at by the birds.

Prodigal Sons/Daughters

Ronald McDonald has fourteen children, seven girls and seven boys, and they all shift uncomfortably for the family photo, in the white hot light of a thick golden arch.

Hydrogen Jukebox

'who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's...listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox' Allen Ginsberg, 'Howl'
Cherry

Scene Dream

Wrote this one a while ago and thought I'd try and resurrect it, bit of a surreal stream of consciousness deal, comments/sugggestions welcome!

Surreal Poem

I met a tangerine today, it fizzled in my face, sang Mrs. Robinson in Russian, and stormed off into the night, even stranger when you consider the label said she was from Colombia,
Cherry

Distance

As the night time fades into morning, you can see for a single moment, in the shimmer of distant stars, a subtle trace of things that we will never understand.
Cherry

We Made This Poem Together

We made this poem together, do you remember? I read you a few lines from Octavio Paz, something about your body being the trace of your body, and you said it was one of the saddest poems
Cherry

Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

Taxi cab shimmer in the street light glow of a Saturday night, spray painted people like burnt hollow flames licking at the curve of a crumbling pavement, the language of languid sirens
Cherry

Eyes

Finally got round to writing a second draft for this one, have left my first attempt up so feel free to compare and contrast and let me know what you think...
Cherry

The Light of the Sun

The light of the sun doesn't know what it's doing, at least that's what Alberto says, but if it did stop to think every once in a while, and turned its thoughts over to questions

Haiku diary (1-4)

Well if everyone else is doing it... :)
Cherry

I'm In Love with a Girl Called Ellipsis...

I can't seem to stop using ellipses, everywhere I go it's all ... A friend says it lends my correspondence a certain fragmentary quality, constantly deferred, as if everything is consistently

In Love with a Flower

Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose...

In Love with a Flower (Part 2)

To stand in front of a flower, and feel the flicker of its eyelash, and see the sun skip like a pebble inside the spaces that sings between us. And the verdure of its leaves,