Ego-buffeted blustering coast.
I hurt the ones I love the most.
Seaweed thoughts and neon foam,
The loaming mantel hides a ghost.
Shipwrecked, re-wrecked,
Where’s the host?
The crow-man left the crow’s outpost.
Feather-blossom, light as moon,
If we leave you’ll see me soon,
Apple-wort and rotten trunks,
Ego-thorn and ego-dent,
My life there’s one experiment.
The ones I loved hurt me the most,
Sacramento, holy ghost.
Tag: ego
Damoclean
Lifelong I have walked in sole-bare shoes,
With the trapdoor of my thoughts
I am going through,
Like an inverse Damoclean sword,
Like a parapet above a bamboo pit,
Each stake sharpened
By your silence as wide
As a black hole’s gingival abscess
Or a behemoth’s grin.
I walk with a shadow
Owned by self-sabotaging indiscipline,
Infrequent in me, your company,
I trod the floorboards while you
Flossed your wolfbane teeth
With cider-froth and
Complacency.
Only lately,
That lateral door’s secured
By love,
A love that endures
Longer and more fast set
Than a Trappist’s bloodstone whetting,
More than the Gordian knot
Where once we tied to dogwood
In this self-same moment
An ageing satrap’s ox;
And I, my love,
I will no longer drop.
Haiku #688
688.
Supermarket queue;
My two is still not your two.
Endless ego spills.
Inertia
A second flood
Retraced the first,
Floating debris,
Memories hurt.
Inundated
By the third,
I ran for miles,
Through copse
And dirt;
Levy bursting,
Cells submerged.
I resurfaced,
Alone, inert.
Haiku #651
651.
Supple, carefree grace,
Always appreciated.
Focus errs again.
Haiku #650
650.
Overarching heaven;
There is nothing we can’t do
When shedding ego.
Bad Escapologist
I tried to escape
My feelings for you,
But feelings were traced
By doves wearing blue.
They kept me in cuffs
While your heart was true,
And when I woke up,
He loved you anew.
Haiku #642
642.
Should I write poems
I write for you. Ego’s old,
Selflessness is new.
Little Mjölnir
A hammer I found
On a tall mound of earth,
Only man-made,
So little like Thor’s.
I swung it at mountains
Of old washing up,
I heaved through the trees
Of ancestors lost.
The townspeople laughed
As I toiled and I huffed,
Its handle unvarnished,
Its corners were scuffed.
Look at him missing,
They sang and they coughed,
But they couldn’t see
The meaning of moths,
Shattered my ego,
Departing the docks.
The Coast Of Devotion
A part of my curse,
Inculcated, in marrow,
Nearing kingdoms of self
A wider gulf narrows.
I’m rebuffed, beaten back,
By bluffs from sea-sparrows,
Fall from a deck
On to self-tinctured arrows.
Where you are on green,
I’m red at the light;
When I dreamt I was falling
You stood through the night.
I expect this will pass,
For the future’s in sight,
Where I can’t compete
With gifts in your life.
A future sea-faring
In circular motions,
Just out of reach
From shores of devotion.
When all is extinguished
Find new attuned heights,
Blessed by Love’s arms,
Devoid of the night.
