Aeroport

By Gub
(15th of September 2013)

I am tripping
If I close my eyes
I feel the earth's spin
Sounds fall inside a closed wall
The airport windows distorted by fog
And a slowed down rumble
Of passenger's luggage wheels
Echo like thunder
I am here, but not
There, but not
I float in and out of time
A space less
Location less
Face
Travelling forth without continent
My mass is braced for landfall
But I have lost touch with touch
In this soundless fenceless state...

Gyroscope

By Gub
(15th of September)

Tensile thing
This human will
And ratchet tight
The wire
On which
We stand

Balance
Only
Holds
Us
From a fall

Dancing
Back and forth we
Weight shift from
Side to side

An uncertain
Limbo

Some moments
Lithe and lucid
Otherwise lumbered
And misplaced

No place
To rest

The gyro's
Energy

Negating
Energy

The reversed
Spin

Momentum
Stilled

A mountain
Of effort
This life

For the ascent of a pin?

Where We Meet

(the 3rd of October 2013)

The evening kitchen table
A levelling space
To unload the apron of life
Worries held tight to the chest
Emptied of charms
I chase your eyes along alleyways
Carved in the wood-grain
We meet to join our threads together
To bandage the cuts
We find each-other from amidst the day's tumult

Stir and Heat Came

Stir
(London, the 19th of July 2013)

I lay awake
In the dark room
Soaked in your stir
I think of you
A loom spinning
Amidst dresses
Splayed across the floor
Like pregnant seals
The dawn not yet a blur
You thump, strop and slam
Mining space for a pocket of order -
Are you filling a case
Or bracing in mortar
The broken soul
Of the castaway.


Heat came
(By Gub, the 19th of July 2013)

That heat came;
Alien
Element
In our otherwise
Tame and tidy world
And rattled
The thermostat
Of our lives
Temporary outcasts though
We were
From the nest
That shaped us.

Now with this
Furnace on our
Napes - we blunder
On and fail to close
The portal

So each day becomes
A tide of effort
Rushing up and down
The beach making
No headway -
We can only struggle with
The surge
The pebble bash
Back and forth
Amidst the
Froth, the curses

And where against
The barnacled stones
We come to rest?
And when can
Play resume?

Is a metaphorical and
Metaphysical test of
Strength as binding
And un bounding
As a simple
Quest
Home?

Theo's Hands

(By Gub, the 11th of February, 2013, London)

At six he clasps
The future
Ten fingers
Figuring facts,
Fictions,
Falsehoods.

He folds the world
In a palm that
Is warmed by strength
And the condensing
Vapour
Of youth.

There is comfort there
In his small hands
The fusion of ourselves
Through genes
And this newer
Being -  himself,
Charmed.

His childhood
Fuses memories
Of
Molten
Gold
And Ingots cast

In flesh, will
Small fingers also one day hold,
Feathered in his own
Manly down.

Walls

(By Gub, Berlin)

The light that breaks
Clouded shapes
Graffiti falls
On slabbed
Walls

Charts
Defeat of
Segregated
Beats
Between the rising
And the setting
Of the sun
On Europe's
Tidal boundary
The bulkhead broken
History frozen

Feet on the pavement
Roll on

Wish

(By Gub)

My one wish is this:
That my world was whole,
Undivided by war, by this schism
Between our halves

You speak of love
You mother my child
You are precious
Yes - but also untamed
And wild.

Will we capture the unbridled
Force that drives us apart ?
Will we break it's power or is it
Part of us ?

The effects are corrosive
Un-redeeming, bereft of love
Blasé, reductive -- half-witted.
Yet - they consume the moment,
The hour, the evening.

I feel lost unseated -
Is the chapter turned
The book unbound?
Are we finished together and
Lifetimes continue, unfound