Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Secrets of the Banyan

Smoke rises on the distant hills
Coloured mists dreamt it into being.
I walk among the clouds this night,
Among the empty valleys.
The snow makes it white
And coloured thoughts are lost on the breeze.
Bright green leaves burst with life
But mask death's pale visage
What happens after we die?
Do the thoughts turn black?
Bring me to the ocean's edge
for I must follow my thoughts
To the depths of my dreams
Beyond the fields of sand
Beyond the realm of the stars
To stop only at the great Banyan Tree.

My Body

My body, a funeral pyre
My body, your sermon of fire
My body, Phoenix before rebirth
My body, six feet under the earth.
My body, a tropical storm,
My body, a child unborn
My body, the music room of fire and rain
My body, a tuneless refrain.
My body, a grieving wife,
My body, harbinger of life
My body, a harlot's curse
My body, a death by verse.


Midnight whispers stole you away,
And I haven't slept a wink since.

Random calls, random falls,
Random cries, random buys
Define my nights,
since Ted fund his Sylvia anew!

My nerves are still raw,
But lumps of sugar sway,
Toy boys arrive on cue to play.

My nights grow plumes,
Purple bruises of gloom
Insatiable insanity knocks again.