Saturday, 28 July 2012

Home is only...

(By Gub, July 27th, 2012, HBC)


Home is only this
an abundance of definitions

Character references
both good and bad

History
and the marks on the wall
of height
regarded...

Of siblings and children

If you look carefully you can see
that life passes

A silent force

The jugular of this essence
in transit
is where we dwell

Where our memories are spun

We are molluscs and our shells
are more than houses

They are an outer skin
shedding them is painful

The loss of weight in outer orbit makes us spin

Sideways

Into the next galaxy....

Saturday, 14 July 2012

Walls

(London, the 15th of July, 2012)

A day will come
A day of walls
Voices will echo - empty glasses
And sound will carry back
Some insect-like feeling that wants
To burrow under my skin

Home is
Waiting outside a locked gate
With the last of the dinner ladies
Kicking dust in the early hours
At the bus stop

Home is
A priest’s mantle
Kittens in bags
Couches on concrete
The railway line

Home is
The extraction
An empty wall inside
Where a heart should be.

A Fork In The Wood

(By Gub, the 7th of July, 2012, London)

Ahead the verdant valley
Behind us, the ‘hood.

Sheeps’ bleats for sirens now
Street lights – withstood.

Oak trunks
And cud
Tarmac banished
By rain, by mud
Will our lives
Ever be the same?

Hearts waiver
Waiver again.
Choice and reason
Reasons with gain.
Losses?
Partings In the main.

Yet change is a must,
Tomorrow’s
Bites back the dust.

The places missed
Most – are warmed
By faces,
Yesterdays
Filled with kindness.

Our new landfall ?
The hang’d bank
Portent hope
Friends will not
Forget us

Even absent hearts
Need a stall.