Long Abbotsford Poems

I was so young and i mowed the lawn,
Whoever thought it was us that id grow to mourn,

We hit it off well and truely too quick,
You became pregnant, a son i would pick,

We broke up...

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I'm swept up in mixed emotions
when I walk down Abbotsford Road.
They fill my memory-ocean 
where waves of feeling erode
the moments from my childhood
when time was an endless stream
of games and imagination,
of very first hopes and...

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The woman was a water bearer:
Alluring as the refrain of midnight,
Alluring like the skin of an atheist.

The woman had been a prisoner:
Mandela urged me to furbish his door steps.
I waxed the knees of California.

The woman...

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I’ve befriended lovers:
I’ve befriended lovers daft as harlots cleaved
like the glass in extrinsic films.

My sagacity has matured like adult freesia.

I had been saturated within tasteful ages.
I built fences near the trestles of disbelief.
I sought to...

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