Thursday, 8 December 2016

Yasmin

I was sighing 'you don't believe me,' we are leaving from Idaho, take drink and forget lethargy, but i haven't got the energy, she is such a giving soul, this friend of Marguerite's, my Italian friend says she, is recent to New York, but doesn't live there happily, maybe because she feels guilty, she wears a lovers crown, and only now sleeps fitfully, why do thoughts betray our dreams, or try make us atone, by staring at the empty country, in winter sun the train makes speed, it's as good as being alone, she paints her face for security, i hold the mobile phone.

Wednesday, 7 December 2016

Yanka

How do i treat this scene, looking neat on vodka, as if it will protect me, off my face and green, mascara pushed down the sofa, eyes turned around discreet, fix this place like a dream, red and yellow dank cellar, she asks where've you been, my greatest days say Si, she loosens first my collar, we sit side by side redeemed, she is like a gift from the sea, brings me Bollinger, at the next epiphany doesn't bother with history, has neither sou nor dollar, wants to drink to chastity, before i start to holler.

Yaya

What separates us from our best, does a sail make us shrill, our flight to change address, a raging thirst to assess, a map, some salt,let us kill, at the sight of your caress, any more to your requests, than nights battered or still, to fix our weathered compass, locate the inventive West, have us eat our fill, hope we pass the test, shape our days at sea or rest, face each wave or rill, struggle against each duress, send us back if we egress, be devoured by men or kids, by flame or water to confess, he who tempers will.

Monday, 5 December 2016

Yerma

She kills me with her being, on stretched out sunny days, dances like a fallen queen, talks of seeing, an artist bright and unfazed, called Jennifer Frean, who never left her street, tho' she traveled many ways, a young woman beat, that leaves me careening, hearing a midnight train, when love like Lorca's weaving, sends part of me reeling, falling like the rain, on St Anthony's quay, an empty feeling seeking, morning cafe' warmth and cakes, pain of the ladron stealing, across my face.

Saturday, 3 December 2016

Virginia

Forget ferocious ease, or a justice sought, our daughter's genie, seeks explosive release, what cannot be bought, her sisters do not please, she shakes her keys, November in New York, it's certainly no Odyssey, filled with loving thoughts, for her concerned family, she stamps her feet, nothing better wrought, than the hiss of blasphemy, the issue of retreat, more than any human cause, won't dilate her screams, or satisfy her Karpie, who gurgles more.

Thursday, 1 December 2016

Sarah

Can you see me rocking, what flag have you unfurled, you feel inside my pockets, is it me whose locket, blows cold upon your stare, God is not for mocking, when a love blows softer, loneliness not for sharing, a fuse without a socket, take your callow offer, anchors won't bind this girl, ships roll by forgotten, we sit by trees and parking, your hand around my curls, laugh when i look startled, beneath blonde blossom, would you even care, why i feel so rotten, swollen beyond a dare.