this sweet flame around by Stephen Maughan
Browsing penny postcard shops offering cheap salvation
in hypnotic and decayed heat
but your bicycle eyes keep me cool, spinning
answers while this Arizona skyline melts my fears
and digs into my heart
pantomime lizards sing and howl
as I’m pushed out of line at the horizontal bar
talking of eternal dreams gone sour
we don’t connect in a city drowned in
confusion and the black tears of youth
withstanding reason gets harder
when you’re gone and my sleep is hollow
and time eclipses your perfect moonlit smile
until the colours have all turned grey
before the sea breeze calls my name once more
7 July 2015
Once again I was at the poetry club, and so here is my April poem. I’m back in Romania for Open Hands work next week, but back soon for more music and book fun. Stay tuned.
A delicate truth
These spring days I spend
under the pear tree thinking of
shadows and light lost
and the rocky helicopter ride
Our thoughts became our souls
until there were no more days
no more royal blue sunsets
to calm the mistakes I’ve made
I walked through the golden field
until I found you crying over
a dead butterfly
“things mean a lot”
i wish I could drain the pain I’ve caused you
wait until winter and start again
by the broken bridge
of tomorrow’s dream.
When I have the time I go along to a poetry club. It’s very low-key, and run by my neighbour the shepherd. Here is the poem I wrote yesterday morning for it which the members there seemed to enjoy. Brand new for spring.
Rock, Paper, Scissors
I shut my mind to it all
who cares the stars still sparkle
in this cold black night when the brown leaves
are just like brown paper waiting to burn.
the evening will fall and drag me out of to the golden lake where
you first held my hand and said something about time
could always heal, but you didn’t tell me the
sun hardly shines this way.
hope walks against your lies
one day the breeze will settle the clouds, and the sun will
melt your snake skin coat and even your
exotic perfume won’t help you.
four thousand tired trees surround this empty heart
I’ll talk to blurry animals about electricity as
a child’s balloon floats by out of time
losing hope to the sky’s fluorescent glow.
Well, i might be in a minority there. People say he’s difficult to read, he’s complicated, he doesn’t make any sense. For some reason all that kind of appeals to me, and the sheer beauty of his breathtaking writing will knock you senseless and leave you in a daze.
But, hey, sometimes you can always catch the film instead, right? Hot on the heels of “As I lay dying”, which is the film I’m most looking forward to watching this year (out November 2013), it’s director and star James Franco told the LA Times earlier this week he’s started work on Faulkner’s “The Sound and the Fury”, which is another “unfilmable” book. As you can expect, the book worm bores are already slating both Franco’s SATF intentions and the “As I lay dying” film, “killed a great book” blah blah blah. These are the same people still choking on their popcorn over the Kerouac “on the road” film, a film I found very enjoyable.
As I Lay Dying will be relased worldwide November 2013