epigram

Epigram

I don`t want to wait long patience is not my virtue

But when it does happens it will happen too fast

Just as I want time to slow down.

Geography and Racism

Geography and Geography and Racism

I have only seen

Africa from the deck

Of a ship sailing by

What I know comes

From books

White men meeting

In darkest Africa

The merchants followed

Soldiers

And colonisation

Racism is contagious and

It settled in the mind

Of Europeans

The illness widened to

Include everyone not white

Now we live

With our trespasses

It truly is a burden

mystery tour

Mystery Tour

I hired a car wanted to drive to the country side

where I spent part of my childhood.

By a farmhouse that looked familiar, I stopped

a dog came out of an up ended barrel greeted me,

Is Jason coming home?

The farmer and his wife came out, he patted me

on my head, and his wife gave me a hug and said:

“a little boy once lived here.”

In the kitchen, they gave me two slices of loaf with

blueberry jam on, my favourite food as a child.

The couple had not aged in fifty years and their

eyes I was that little boy

 I took my farewells and promised to visit soon.

A bus drove passed throwing up dust and when it settled the couple,

 and the farm had disappeared into the mist of time.   

Misapprehension | Write Out Loud

Misapprehension | Write Out Loud

the fest

The Fest  

The Christmas Eve began with smiles and laughter,

where I come from Christmas day is a hanger over day

after excesses the night before.

Plenty of food and drink, aquavit and beer this was long

before wine came the in thing to drink and we sang and gave

presents and had a jolly good time for a while.

Someone made a sarcastic remark that was met with

a bad-tempered answered, suddenly everyone remembered

a slight going back twenty years ago and more

A fight broke out the yule tree ended up in the snow

police were called to calm things down and mother

came out of the kitchen serving coffee.

Next morning my father went out and collected tree decorations,

 good for next year`s Christmas party he wearily said,

and for once no once no one was arrested.

Bio Mass

Bio Mass

Bio Mass.

I have had an intimate connection with effluence or

to use the more proper word, shit of the animal kind

I could by the aroma alone know which animal had

passed the track. Most animal dung smell is sweet

except dogs they have lived so long amongst us they

even crap likes us, but dogs love their own excrement

so much they even eat it. Horses` evacuations are like

rare wine and you promise yourself to buy a horse

when you can buy a bigger garden or vines that

 have been fertilised by foals’ morning pee. Having had

your hands  in the muck nothing  can offend you.

  

birthday

birthday Birthday

A day of sadness and wasted years a poet who

has to pay to be published how pathetic  is that?

We, my companion and I found a restaurant and

for lunch she ate something  African.

I had  a schnitzel  that looked as the white meat of

a rat that had taken the pledge lost my appetite.

Instead I had a double portion of fresh cut salad

followed by a tomato salad with a bit of mozzarella.

I lifted my glass of water saw the eatery  through

tears not shed, the few friends I had in Algarve

have all gone they could not stop in time.

The conversations, wit and bottles of red wine  

 kept flowing, it had to stop so I took the bus home.

Now it is only my beloved and I left and every year

I love her more. At night with a heart full of dread

I snuggle up to her, she strokes my somnolent head

until I fall asleep again and sadness drifts away.