the weather and your plane are coming in:
the coucal murmurs of your e.t.a.
at ten to six. the breaking of my drought
is fifteen minutes and two k's away.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
[for francois wherever he is,
the original mirrorman]
this silvering of beards, these graded, guilt-edged
archaeologies of self, re-readings
of our texts of love and vague displeasure:
the mirrored man, confronted with his silt-dredged
simulacrum, shrugs, the sins conceding
of which he alone can be the measure.
a body is a flower
but for the looking alone
another man's table
another man's vase
a word is a fish
and the weave of one man's basket
leaves another's gills gasping
another's tail flapping in the spring sunlight
a thought is a hound
and its soft mouth poaches, for trophies,
another man's game
another man's meat
[previously published in the journal SHARP!, port elizabeth, 2005]
my love is trying
to keep up with you
ago i thought
i had you...
these are the days
of the toothed mango-eaters
of bronze busts
at silver portsides
the dew-heavy figs
(steak steaming fresh
off the golden calf)
and my love is testing
the solid waters
of your long and arctic isle
Saturday, May 17, 2008
she'll be presenting for their wry approval
(who built camps too) her post-apartheid pass.
they'll let her through, impose no forced removal,
to fill with boland wine the london glass...
and here i wake like lennon, twice alone:
this bird, already distant, now has flown.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
you starled and then you lawnded. i breathed smoke
and, while you floraged, drained my coffee-cup.
you startled then and, fleeing, rooted up
the quiet thing you'd come here to evoke.
[subsequently published in The South African Literary Journal, NEW CONTRAST 142, june 2008]