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

letterbox

letterbox

Original art work by local visionary ‘black-bird ‘ artist, poet & writer Susannah MacDonald – Oil on canvas. Reproduced here with the kind permission of the artist.

tucked in
by the hedge
a blackbird
on the green
letterbox
102
eyeing me
from the
empire
of his eye
eyeing me
with an
eye of night
opened
on the
day
.

morning, 1 july 2013
nelson st, howick

Copyright © 2013 Peter Le Baige. All Rights Reserved

The music is from the  track ‘The Gentle Rain’ by Luiz Bonfa taken from the  1984 LP by ‘Carlos Barbosa-Lima Plays The Music Of Luiz Bonfa & Cole Porter’