I am a poet who keeps ajar the door connecting his conscious from his unconscious mind. |
Leisurely she wanders
tiptoeing, gallivanting and...
Fathering a goat herder,
Mothering its father...
At midday, I chat to the blue whale watching
and scratch it as we both sing hymns of faith...
A hunch awoke my silent night
as I swept up the remains of...
A hunch awoke my silent night
as I swept up the remains of...
My teacher said it was the 'great Art';
sausage-fingered and gravy gargoyled...
I
As a man, I am bound unto my last breath...
Listen now, Boy,
I must not be ignored...
Why must you make me your slave?
You are not God, and even if you were...