I love the singers who ask

whos gonna save my soul now
who will comfort me
what about now

from an after shudder
sitting on the wreck
they just escaped

Now comes with the know of
cessation of a soul damned
and an unanointed vuln

Now sing on with a heart of
sand and silt

Web of words

Now I learn how an archaelogist
is different from geologist
The tectonic plates are the
builders like the architects

Cuter than ever

A white cat is lying still
posing sleep
Hard to find cats lying still
with a bottle next to them
and a tell-tale patch
of piss or booze on the ground

no movement of the heart
no ripple in the whole body
Did the monster cat hater get him
but no signs of such
which grose the paper on which
his 'Most Wanted' was printed

Scare Cat

I am the hungry cat
who first mews
enough till fed

I chivvy you for
more milk until
you hide in
fear.

Springbok

With a white mask for a face
the dark brown stripe
a shadow below the
hard brown skeleton
the soft white belly
slid in from under
like the work of a
taxidermist distorted.

Tsessebe

Mothers hold babies
in their arms
prodding their gaze
towards the camera

bellies covered
in clothes
only faces show
satiated or not

Mary and Infant Jesus.

Half knowledge is dangerous

Knowledge
Route A (right)
and B (on left)
form a loop

Intended Route
go on A and dont take B (at the beginning)
turn back after the peak

Half knowledge
Dont take B

Detour
when half knowledge
is deployed
each step away
from the destination
The Beginning.

Coffee

forever on the mind
when unavailable
easily forgotten
on the shelf
in a refrigerator

On Turning 45

I will be mad on the road
at the speed limit

A Wallace Stevens poem

is a cemetry of words

Whereways

Early in the morning
as the male black
cat with white feet
and a female cat
belonging to him
hurry down
so does the hiker

A pair of strangers

If I could rise
as high as the lamp
post I could tell
what the bird with
white underbelly
and light sandstone
feathers was

If some go far
some go high
to elude you
In sight
out of reach

Trees at Work

My tea time companion at home
an ash throated flycatcher
its voice reverberating
in the calls of its brethren
at office parking lot.

A different bird call
sent me into a slow tap dance
as my feet followed
as projection of
the birds movement on
the branches onto the
horizontal axis

A Gila Woodpecker
to keep me company
until the end of
migration.

The Golden bough

A pomegranate tree
at the bottom
of Grand Canyon

A pumpkin patch

in November.

The could have been pies
and the jack-o-lantern eyes
the brittle that
it can still be