The Woman Who Would Marry Me

Are you nuts
The anticipated answer
But then
...Yes
Yes she is

Track 13

The steady throbbed hum
Electricity and coolants permeate the space
And being.
Competing with heart
To secure space in this life
Disembodied informers
Enunciators of naught
Time, place, departure
Denote a rush to passage
Punctuated by curtain call
As the base of humanity is silenced
Ensconced in glass and metal and plastic
To be borne to place
The cry of agony
Steel turned onto iron
All depart to silence
Calm to drips and drops
The street above leaks the weather
Spaces in the impermeable
Leave vestige puddles
Splashes high symmetrical
Trumpets mouths opened
Aching upward to new voices
Punctuated by rhythmic bumps
Loose joints jangled by solid wheels
The weight of trams
Silent above
Drummed below
The dull rumble of the outbound
The pitched squeal of the inbound
Engorged with commerce
From then to then at
Employed
Buoyed by possibility
The challenge to excel
The rare to exceed to recognition
A distant dream rumble
Approached to Flinders
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Dead end here
The hiss and throbbed hum
Shadowed passages of strangers
Connected wireless to ether
Good to morning
A start to an end

Baby Splat

It was an inferno
I stood staring through the goods in the large glass window
Willing the cool from within
To my within
The wraith appeared from over my shoulder
Deeply tanned
Dressed in black
Black hair, black shadow
Black haired arms
Black haired legs
And across his middle
A white crown blonde
Tiny white hands
Tiny bare legs
Wrapped secure in a swaddle
Featureless black blending to the black of his clothes
My God, thinks I
This man had been walking about when
Splat!
This bug of a baby squished itself to him
I turn from the window
"Did that hurt mate?", says I
Pointing to his chest
"At first", he says
"But then she becomes a part of you".
He stands beside me
We stare together into the cool beyond the glass
He straightens his clothes
Barefoot in the heat
"That black dress does look good on you mate".
A smile
And he and she sashay away.

Storm Warning

Followed by a tornado she comes
Prepared for battle
T-shirt knotted for practical comfort
A determined look
Pensive jaw locked in concentration
Overcoming pressure
To pull this dirt
And animal
From her existence
I love you all
But my what a mess
But then this what she is doing
Pulling mess from her life
A tornado in place
To cyclone it all away
This pensive locked jaw
Gives way
Satisfaction takes sway
Never defeated
We simply stay low
For the storm will release
And sunshine and warmth
And love will always return
This is her way
And we love her for it.

Voice Out Of Dark

It matters
Being heard
Being hurt
Being loved
Getting heard
Getting hurt
Getting loved
The human experience
That shapes these lumps of clay
We can choose of course
To ignore the sculptor
But how boring that would be
Or we can forgive
Or not
All at some peril
All at real
That love happens
Spontaneously
And with heady winds
Lifts leaves as spirits
High and higher
And can gently place
Or catastrophically crash
All to reality
It matters of course
Being heard
Understood?
A mystery.

Making Angels

A fool rushed in

And the Angel followed

Protector with fear

A dive within the snow

To explode in frigidity

And warmth

To his feeble

Lay still dear man

In time all will be clear

This is all so new

As old as time itself

What you experience

Is humanity itself

Denied by me and many

Craved by me and all

It is alpha and omega

It is all pain

All joy

All consuming

And consumed

Be still and patient dear man

Lay here beside me in this snow

Angels before God’s experience

For you and for I

And never will we forget

Indelible

So good

So gentle

She made a mark on my soul

She sat in my dark

And brought forth the light

The mark of the promise

The voice of the reasoned

She gave of herself

Selfless flawless raw

Guided me forth

How could it be

To take a being so dark

And find within that so worn

A canvas prepared

Create your masterpiece

“I can’t”

For he loves

And I cannot be loved

For who would take me

Damaged and torn

Who would take me

Ugly hideous repulsive

Blighted by the uncaring

The unhealthy the tattered

Who would take me

Unworthy

“I would”

And I wanted

Mere opposites attract

So I thought

But we are alike

Two negatives

Being positives

Repelled in inertia

Impossible to remove

These laws

These physics

This directive

Do not love

Me