Friday, 22 March 2013

I Am Yours

I am yours Kelly Myers
with your heroin heart that exploded.
I am yours Sammy Gomes
with your LSD mind split like a wedge.
I am yours Tony Vogels
with the frontal lobe hemorrhage.
I am especially yours Brock Real,
because I could have saved you
from the crack in your soul.
But I belong to you Mark Zietzma
because you rose from the dead,
like me you rose from the dead.

Monday, 18 March 2013

Fish Heads

Was it Napoleon who mixed
his urgent dilemmas,
who drew his designs
on the series of shores
inhabited infrequently with
the blooms of nations
that sprouted and flowered
and died.

Was he any different
than the fish headed men
who breathe through gills
and glaze their eyes
because they left the water
and now thrive
in their unnatural environs.

Thursday, 14 March 2013

For Netta

Oh my life, how I love you,
Unmanageable, relentlessly questing.
No frame could contain the
ambition of daring God himself
to fashion you into his image.
Jesus Christ man, you should
have known it would mean
the end of all you ever thought
or believed, that you would find
yourself, on some eternal shore,
bewildered of all, but Him.