Speak

I am the psalm 139
Make sure that I am not on my way 
To ruin and guide me on the road 
To eternity

I’m a poem for my Father

I am tears for my 
Mother

This I SPEAKS-

Drunken man 
Decadent man 
Violent man 
Shadow man 
Shallow man 
Shouting man 
Speaking man 
Angry man 
Atheist man 
Monk man 
Madman

I see a
Symphony of birds 
Going somewhere

This early morning 
Drinking is good for 
My liver

For I am a

Four winds man

Seven seas man 
Cosmos being born man 
Cosmos no longer man

SPEAK-

Carve Carve Carve 
Hack that meat
Kill that Soul
Drink that blood
Sing that mood
Dream that that dream 
Rage that Rage

Because I have been a light in a body’s soul 
Because I have been a painter’s black square 
Because I have been a stain on the face of history 
Because I have been an opera of birds
On the road to Assisi- 

I SPEAK-

In my dream I am a

Sand mandala of transitory life
Wild tracks of Buddha
Animal in my soul once a bear an eagle 
A prayer travelling through time a 
Soldier on the Somme facing death

A gift returned to the giver
A leaf falling in the autumn light 
A wild wind on the hill of Calvary

I sit here poet of Helen Street 
Listening to Miles

And its late spring

With the sun setting


To the greatest sad sound

Of his most glorious Trumpet ever born.