Saviour

She came bearing gifts of
Water and wine,
Add to her beauty she sang softly to fish;
First a lullaby once and
Some rock’n’roll twice,
And a promise they’d stay from her dish.

She spun in miasmas
Too big to give mention,
Ate blue seven times and drank brine,
She nixed all the fear
With the wave of her feathers,
And washed away the grey line.

She comforted mothers
Of calves not long stolen,
Freed them from chains in her time;
And tasted the tears
That the dairy cows cried,
Brought them clover and freedom divine.

She danced in a frenzy
Of madness and fate,
Told stories to chickens who listened;
They gave her their feathers
To make up a crown
So that in the sun she would glisten.

She giggled with pigs
And fought with the world,
She rose with the rose and the lime;
She gave men a thought,
And said she’d rather be bought,
Then cut up like the slaves in legalised crime.

She climbed into the sky,
Greeted the stars,
Had tea with the loneliest lights,
And when she was done,
She painted her thighs
Down to her knees in white.

Argument With Someone With a Conscience

She named herself killer without her usual aplomb,
I could only look up and smile;
Imagine, I said,
If the world were like you,
Much less blood,
And maybe a sense of rights or two.

Unnatural, disgusting and evil and wrong,
Humiliation pate,
Though better than duck,
Still kills you the quicker, I say;
I reminded her—gently!
Of memory, beauty, and fate.

And argument, after all, is healthy.
Stirring up sand, the daughter of rock,
And mother of stone, at the end we are
Kissed by the tempestuous ocean.
Why then, not celebrate
With a dash of impetuous emotion?

I am not going away, I said;
The chorus of worthwhile emotion;
I am not looking up,
She could not deny it was true;
I am not looking down,
I am looking straight at you.

But will you still love me? she asked,
Morose behind her breath,
Revolving indefinitely amongst a mist of misconceptions
As fish dot the skies and swim off,
Contented,
To their vast aquariums held aloft.

But who will keep company of betrayers except
Betrayers themselves in a bind?
Shards of infinity in a crisscrossing pattern,
With welcomers singing a song with bats;
Yes, I said,
And I left it at that.

Manila Papers Are Soft

Manila papers are soft.
They shuffle in the moonlight rush.
I gave them to you and you ate them like candy.
Mass of cheddars,
Can't I get to know you people?

Incandescence, courtesy of kisses,
I knew you were beautiful, but not like this.
Half a body in the window
I'm dead now
Come back tomorrow.

Black feathers are dusty,
At least, if you don't use them now and then.
I sat up in my bed wondering why.
Iridescence of bubbles,
I like to eat them as they pass.

We are very lonely,
Even alone together - oxymoron?
You need to light the lantern in your eyes sometime.
Because after all, once upon a time never lasts forever,
The end.

Changing thoughts every day,
I need to get away from the golden tiger.
Come here, let us bite the stars from the sky.
We will put them in a pile,
And sit on top.

Manila papers are soft.
They shuffle in the moonight rush.