moo


  we were
     two stars
  that got burnt

  we were
     two meteors
  that fell, flaming

  we were
     two moons
  that mooed, cowishly

  we were
     just lovers
  and love, through

  the gallery
      on torpedo
  when not expected

       out
       flew




     on the tar

  Under the eaves
         of the tree
  I saw the
         stars of hell
         on the tar
         of the road
         in the afternoon glare

  Under the eaves
          the glamour of death
          flew past me
          on the beautiful
          black tarred road
          on a one way ticket
          to the world beyond

  Under the eaves
           the piping of horns
           blew from the chariots
           of four tyres
           running as if
           happy is the 
                road
  that sacrifice their blood
         would be for

  Under the eaves
         there is no
           caution      
  to him that would
           death
           invite



   Slits of Love

  Her eyes
  those eyes
  slits of love
  windows to another world
  avenue to becoming constantly loved
  can’t refuse
  see them always

  Her eyes
  those eyes
  attraction of love
  say a thousand unblinking
  catching them across the hall
  shivers down my spine
  nerves become a-tingling

  Her eyes
  those eyes
  trapping me, loved
  but perpetually l want to be
  seeing, lost and constantly enraptured
  in other worlds
  untouched and unaffected