pointers from the flesh notebook

clever blue eyed clock

measuring the width of harm

in ratchet clicks so solemn ,

childhood had finished

you saw to  that

overtook my heart with years

as firm shrouding

growing up was a facility

in the forest where only some

belonged,

and i did not want to go there

it was a sentence

a finish

even ultimatum

to those near expiry date

flesh baggage creased and folded

eyes as dim bulbs,

i was the one on the bicycle

wishing to go past

shouting at the top of my voice

yet something broke the wheels

and i was left at the path

sat crosslegged wondering,

one woman with a cart lopsided

and one eyed horse offered me a lift

and i refused despite

silky touch of mane

as horse nuzzled my hand,

i was broken not forgotten

resisting time as an armed guerilla,

i would fight

and there would be casualties

Tranquilized Anticipation

he shared his spine with a burden,

gathered from the dawn

any brilliance the sun had shown

pushed unevenly into sack,

leaving a dark blankness

made out of the best material,

various tones of illumination would

not seep through,

spine arched aching

soul knew no such liberty

it had been love and liquor,

was once two side by side,

fevered in a dry throated way

from this darkness whispers

gathered and grew,

there is no borrowed sunshine

it is all packed away

and we must want,

for one day blossoms with the 

color of dawn,

that loving spot my infancy

once knew,

bent as a sleeping brow

spine shuddered at some point

that burden would be unloaded,

to give quiet oceans

and a lingering day