Koffee With Kennedy : August 2017

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

the purr of your sleep ...

the purr of your sleep
drifts over me
here in my wakefulness
as i imagine
your dreams
that flicker chaotically
across the unfolding sheets
where your legs twist and turn
as if you were running
from some great danger
and i am curious
for a moment
and then suddenly overwhelmed
when i see that the monster
chasing you
is me

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

the young Indian girls ...

the young Indian girls begin to undress in front of me
as they wade by the water's edge
and for a moment i feel a wave of self-consciousness
until my vision begins to crackle in the bright sunlight
and you appear from seemingly nowhere
in your black smock
and your thick belly
which quickly eclipses my interest
as prurient as it may have been
leaving me to wonder
if desire mixed with age
is a suitable cocktail
for a tourist
seeking pleasure
over prayer

Tuesday, August 01, 2017

fallen ...

the air suddenly quakes
shakes into invisible fragments
disjointed and crude
crumbling into uneven
pieces
shredded and scattered
no form left to hold
the centre
and even as you cry
"Sweetheart, what is it?"
i am already falling
my hands grasping for a balance
that depends on air
where there is
no air
where space evaporates
into emptiness
an abrupt vacancy
that draws me downward
like the flight of a wounded sparrow
and crashes me
from where i was standing
to explode on the hard earth below

the moment is uneven
the shape of a man forsaken
and the failure certain
even as you reach for me
i am already gone
drifting windward
through your fingertips
and what you once embraced
what you knew as the flesh
invading your flesh
is now a fog of remains
the dust and ashes from which
i was born
and to which i must return
soaring so very high
out of your reach
but know one thing:
if i could only give voice
to the words
i would whisper them to you
one last time
and hope that you would
watch the clouds
form overhead
and understand