At this hour
on this street
if you’re looking for enlightenment.
Or does it indeed begin
with monkeys and chimes
and the gas of a million machines?
Tag Archives: poetry
A tray of offerings
Footsteps, balance and smoke.
Tarantula
We had a pact, I thought, we two.
You to your bed and I to mine.
The Munduk Accord.
Why then did you make me
slap you down, and crush you
with the butt of my shoe?
Why did you show your face
to my son, and drop us to the law
of the jungle?
If you want to killing your time
Five time zones on the lobby clocks
None of the minutes match.
How can you come and go
When you ought to stay to save me?
While I write others work
One polishes a car.
One cracks an egg.
One sprays ammonia
on a cabinet of glass.
One sweeps.
One wipes.
One mourns.
Silhouette dance
The man with a saw
will cut
what?
Weight of light
Transcript of the shadow
Jehovah’s witnesses
Their eyes apologized as they spoke,
two earnest men, smiling,
backing away as I opened the door.
We’re having an event, we wanted
to invite you.
When they were gone I read of loyalty,
God’s to us and ours to Him.
I saw the next door
and the next eyes.
Utrecht Journal 