clocks are bastards

clocks are bastards

these clocks stretching our patience…’The Persistence of Memory’ by Salvador Dali

 my brother said

‘clocks are bastards
the minute you look
away from them
time collapses like
a sand bank
years roll away
in minutes
the minute you look
at them they don’t
move like the spring’s
stuck fast
the foreman’s
clock is always
different
clocks just
gang up on
you look at
me years out
of the picture
now yet
it feels only
like minutes
clocks are bastards’

15 may 2013
panmure

Copyright © 2013 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved

The music is from a live performance by Daniil Trifonov of Liszt’s ‘Transcendental Études’, here playing the 6th etude, ‘Vision’.

clove cigarette

clove cigarette
David Bowie, R.I.P
for Rachel 

David Bowie at the Berlin Wall, 1987, image sourced from the Financial Times

I.
when i heard
he’d left us
it was as if
the wind was
roaring through
the lounge
whatever quiet
safe place had ever
been, those inside,
outside of me were
shouting with the
wind and this wind
could blow out
any kind of light,
blow time itself
to useless bits,
scrub all art bare,
this wind, here,
an endless
‘now’.
he had become the
hero of his own
making down
by the wall
shadowed in the
flat cutting blades

one piece

one piece

moon in one piece the Weathercats tried in vain to knock off its perch

heard this evening’s
moon on the waves
silvered
      crystal
                  leaves
rising in shimmer
gone in the
dark hollows
rising again
until the shore