Big Ape Diary

Two Lacks

The shifty lovers logic

where two become one.

Two lacks : out there,

in here – mirroring.

Blue sky cloud

Blur.

Time ticks still.

Wanting.

Crow Dream

The river does not pass-
It’s waters do
and we reflect on them
in amazement.

A murmuration of words
flips and swoons,
it’s black wingtips
churning in the air of meaning.
Glyphs battering
like mad typewriter keys.

The airy page waits.

The first line of crow-letters land.
And will never leave.

Flow

Those awkward islanders.

Incomers land –
insinuate themselves.

Inveigled into the odd pub,
club,

but the divide stays

and when the incomers pass
and are planted in newly bought earth

a final outcome sees
them newcomers,

estranged from the rows of history.

Outgoings.

News from the Front

The bayonets of new buds
have sprung
steely tipped into Spring.

Bloodily burst up,
ripping through the dark earth

to scream
at the newfound Sun.

Death comes Knocking

Can I ask you to wait at the door awhile,
Said consciousness the old trickster,
I’m dining with fear and the unknown just now.
I’ve misplaced their jackets, they’re leaving.

I know they’ve lived here forever
They pretend to be guests.
Oh , you’re coming in anyway?
Make yourself comf…oh, you have.

You say this is YOUR house?
Why is it so familiar then?
My guests seem to have left somehow.
You’ll let me stay though?

Now Fog

Now fog

Where we are

Was

Enforcing pasts clarity

We need time

To see

Connect

I take relationships and burn them
for poems.

From dark to darkness
the sought light guides me.

Tonight I sacrifice myself:

Altars of unspoken truths
flame heavenwards.

The corn is not sunlike anymore,
Greying in the rain,

Joyous sad.

There is no need to chase love-
It blossoms in everything.

So it Appears

Just as a physical entity
is resolved by us into
an appearance we define it by
despite it being predominantly
empty space and subatomic particles
which are at best energies,

So too with a word:
on paper, said aloud
or with it’s image inside us.