Egg

Smooth surfaces I caress you
Parabolic curves I embrace you
Wisdom contained within
I honour you

Your skin, your shell
Your hidden membrane so thin
The coagulant gel of love
That protects your genetic sin

Head of my love
Skull of my shame
You are rudimentary spawn
As I break you into this bowl.

Impossible, inspires me with nothing and leaves me cold
Impossible, the word that should never be uttered in the presence of children.
Impossible, the full stop that punctuates a dream rendered ridiculous.
Impossible, inertia’s answer to life’s requests
Impossible, to turn back time
Impossible, to right our wrongs
Impossible, to wish that all was possible
Impossible, paranoia’s voice
Impossible, society’s chant
Impossible, the sinker on our fishing line
Impossible, the hammer on our heads

Impossible, I would like to turn you inside out
Impossible, and grind you down to dust
Impossible, then throw you in the kitchen whiz
Impossible, and mix you into paste
Impossible, I’d pour you into a 100 buttered moulds
Impossible, and bake you 180 degrees hot
Impossible, until you melt and blend
Impossible, into an army of 100 gingerbread men
Impossible, I’d watch you marching off the steaming tray
Impossible, blind and confused
Impossible, no longer feeling quite yourselves
Impossible, but dazzled amongst the fray

Pis I Blosime, I call, its here you need to be
Pis I Blosime, my dears, its here along with me
Pis I Blosime, My friends, come share a cup of tea.

Colonial daughters
Prose Poem

Seagulls hovered. Seagulls pranced. Waves crashed and wind danced.
Outlines of Katherine, Janet, and Jane - a straight line on the ocean’s sand.
Seagulls hovered. Seagulls pranced. Waves crashed and wind danced.

Jane let a sand beetle crawl up her naked arm. “Our mothers made this land too small for us.” The beetle sucked blood and was flicked away.

Janet thumped the packed sand with a thigh of driftwood. “Our fathers tried so hard to fit us in.” A snowdrift of displaced sand veiled her feet.

Katherine blew the grit off a pipi shell. “As they searched for what they once knew.” Her tongue sucked the salt from the crevices and mounds between.

“They despised us so when we listened to the voices in the wind”
“and worried so because we didn’t try”
“to deafen out the murmurs of the land”

“And when they locked us up”
“Were they so scared our voices..”
“…would cry once, and for all, for them?”

“knowing their deafness gave us sight
“of how the wind picked them up”
“and carried them into flight?”

“Did they really wish to remain back there”
“crabs upon the sand never knowing?”
“Or did they really love this land?”

Into the ocean
Campion, Mansfield and Frame
Home then swam

HIV 2

I walk not imagining
what sun looks like
moving among clouds
pretending there is one.

I walk loving
our son,
your face,
watching the glow
fearing the shades

in disease I’ll walk
until someone tells me
Its gonna rain
Its gonna rain
Its gonna rain
Its gonna rain
Its gonna rain
Its gonna rain
Its gonna rain

And then? Dunno
Just keep walking I guess
Knowing
Its about to rain

TURAN’S LAST WORDS

The despotic legislator has placed my reputation
in another’s hand and not in mine.

Marble will become my lover,
and yours’ (*) for all time
Cold and unrelenting
as you decree

Your limbs will caress, but never be caressed
Your thrusts and acquiescence
will leave you empty
And your satiation be a static return
to the same point of departure.

Never again will you feel wisdom’s hand
guide you towards her
as you drift from body
towards ether
For no longer will you
be permitted to dwell there

I condemn you
To the memory of
Her ecstatic haunts.
and the day when your conceit
transformed her offerings,
and your own quintessence,
into myth

By then you will have dismissed the ether
allowing it to be ridiculed
by a heaven of rewards
which seeks only to debase you
The worship of Judas
will have crowned you 
as the queen of guilt
masqueraded in
piety’s gowns

Awake to the morn
Feeling love has forsaken you
And plead for Eros to accept you back
His smile will excite you
as he takes you into his oily embrace
And while you grapple and claw at his wings
His sigh will haunt you
As he lets you slide and fall
Down, down towards the calcified veins
Of your marbled love. 

THE END