we plumbed the depths of nature’s secrets
led by blind desire and passionate chemistry
the ultimate expression of intimate existence
no factor of regret
an honest conversation
over a warm dinner plate
in the winter… serving innermost thoughts on a slate
to the time – nothing could be more pertinent
not only to please but fulfil
considering last go-around we got carried away
in the heat of the moment
coitus on the couch
plush cushions on her elbows and knees for comfort
our actions – moot point – except on observation
calm at the feel of a touch
lovers levered by lust
and a desire for satisfaction
now starting afresh if you will
like we’ve never before traversed expanses….
as trackless as the Arctic snow
to capture the feeling of creation once more
© Heath Muchena, 2016
been about a year since I last seen her
so nice of her to call and check up…
to arrange a catch-up
so we can pick up from where we left off
real conversations… sweet relations
but a Lousy Connection like Ezra Furman
because we are people in perpetual motion
but every time we link up
there’s never no pressure
no question and answer…
free, open minded, sincere endeavours
by kindred spirits… warm of heart… mutual favours
I taught her that forever is not continuous but rather unbounded
and she showed me that the purest love always comes back around
and we both learned a moment can satisfy eternity
my muse… lost yet ever present
with me she never has to choose
because we delve deeper into the depths of desire
to find an uncompromising harmony
you’d think she reads Maria Montessori
the way she allows me the freedom to pursue my creativity
and I, in return, selflessly let her live her dream
support her ambitions… independence
she radiates like a memory that never fades
a flambeau on dim nights
and when she’s in my bed
says she’s safe with me because she feels comfortable
and to stay or leave… is her will
but here she knows she’s always well-received and fulfilled
even though we tread the boundaries
of lust and doubt, trust, the past… the cloud… the time lapse
she feels free when with me
a kiss or a cuss word – it’s always passionate intimacy
kinetic sensual debauchery… electric sparks, orgasmic fits
early mornings of blissful indulgence
her smile lights up her face
brighter than Sirius in the night sky
and like the glistening dew on the grass at sunny daybreak
I would do anything to see again
and enjoy the ultimate reward of unconditional love
© Heath Muchena, 2016
Setting: offices of Giles & Jerico Actuarial Practice
Killian Hill, high net worth individual – client of Giles & Jerico
Giles Goldstein, personal wealth manager
If I didn’t have to worry about admission of guilt, I swear I’d be telling it like it is – just like Cornelius Vanderbilt did, when he said: “What do I care about the law? Haven’t I got the power?”
You do indeed hold power, in the finest of hours… I don’t doubt it. But as Montesquieu expressed it: “Laws are the necessary relations that are derived from the nature of things.”
I’m more in favour of his separatist views on political power…
Right, got it!
Anyway, shall we get straight to it? You said you’d rather we meet to discuss instead of a Skype call… I’m here, fill me in!
See, I needed to give you an update on what we spoke about when last you were here, and I figured it’d best we didn’t discuss the matter over the air…
Right! You got my full attention, let’s…
I know I promised to fix things and find a way to avoid the hefty taxes… and I was making good progress on it, the right, legal way of course, but in light of the recent Mossack Fonseca crisis, I’m considering changing course since there has been much talk of tax avoidance and unethical practice which has created a lot of undesirable scrutiny and I feel it’s just way too risky to be associated…
Giles, I get all that… those diety damned Panama Papers… absolutely bad timing, I agree. So what are our other options?
I’m looking into it.
Is that it? Because that’s not good enough… need I always remind you that I’m paying a lot of money… you said it yourself… you promised…
That I admit and trust me, I’m working on it… may take a little longer but I’ll get it sorted before the next tax cycle.
You’ve been saying that a lot lately, Giles. Why must I continue to take your word for it? This is disappointing.
I’m doing the best I can under the circumstances. I’m trying my utmost best… we go a long way, Mr Hill… haven’t I always delivered?
You’ve got to trust me, but you need to be forthcoming… you also made a promise in exchange – that you’d let me know everything regarding your finances, but doing my due diligence recently, I did pick up on an undeclared transaction for gold and silver coin purchases – way above the once-off transaction limit… you must have forgot to alert me… which means I now have to adjust the books to resolve…
Oh, yes… that! But you know how that story goes… can you really blame me though, I got an opportunity and I took a risk. One has to have some sense of security, don’t you agree? I mean… look at the fatal mistake Venezuela recently made… don’t you think they should have rather defaulted on their debt instead of shipping all that gold to Switzerland to make those gold swaps with Deutsche Bank? The very gold they had fought so hard, just a few years ago, to repatriate to Caracas in the first place… and now look, a couple of months later – the economy has tanked – where’s the liquidity in that?
Costly error, but that’s got nothing to do with you putting us at risk….
I’m just trying to illustrate my point… don’t overstate things Giles, c’mon now… know your position.
But that’s exactly my point, I’m your wealth manager… I should be privy to any actions that will be implicating…
You’re right! I apologise…
Apology accepted but we’ll have to discuss a price…
Of course, you’ll be compensated, fully!
Are you going to bring those in for safekeeping?
I will guard the gold and silver coins myself… no harm, no danger, no injury – no need to worry. They are safely stored in my vault. I don’t need you for that. It’s this plentiful paper that I need you to take care of. If they never ended the specie currency do you honestly think your profession would even exist?
Is that a mockery? Of course, yes, I’m certain of it. You’ll always need me, as much as I do you… our relationship is very much reciprocal… like discovery and invention… one leads to the other.
Well, you’re an actuarial scientist and I’m a capitalist… and I like to think your work is more of a science and mine an art… and art precedes science… science is merely interpretation, but of course it’s still a unique kind of reasoning…
Believe it! But in all honesty I do need you. I have no interest in leaving my currency in the hands of speculators otherwise I’d just dump it into the market and let it be at the mercy of supply and demand. That’s not what I want, thus I came to you Giles. I think I stand a better chance entrusting it to a manipulator like yourself… and I mean that in a respectable and noble way. But let’s get one thing clear – you’ve got to do as you promised. I can’t keep losing all that money to these ludicrous tax-the-rich schemes, you got it?
Loud and clear, you don’t have to spell it out. No need for semaphore or alphabetic code – I’ll figure something out. But ain’t it funny that your art needs my science to beat the mechanism that made it possible in the first place… free market as your lot like to call it…
The only thing standing in the way of my art flourishing is the State… and get it right, depending on the persons, a single market could be viewed as varying in degrees of freedom, so the definition of a free market has never been objective, especially seeing as there are always some regulations in place supporting the operational system, not to mention the trading restrictions… so whether or not we choose to acknowledge it, economics is always political!
© Heath Muchena, 2016
flora in the street
a sweet feast for the eye
a chirp, a tweet, a cry
and by the sea coast
a mountain in the distance
majestic summit, magic peak
living in the Cape
all this you’ll see
if your mind is free to take a trip
to this most southern tip
© Heath Muchena, 2016
function creates structure
even though many a construct outlive the usefulness
but I vowed not to let my raison dêtre persist as a poetic impediment
but rather as a benefit to my love
the Dionysiac way
spontaneous and sensual
but still true to my nature
because all I wanted was to see her smile
and do it with the soft and velvety touch of a rose geranium
so I set about performing my courtship ritual
in sweet style like a troubadour
the kind of Romance you’d imagine only existed in southern France
during the late Middle Ages
and I promised to spread ylang-ylang flowers on our bed
like the Indonesians do for their newlyweds
but first she had to chose me… the ultimate aphrodisiac
and I swore never to treat her like a Turkish odalisque
but let her voice be heard and listen to her… every chance that I would get
also pledged my commitment as a token of my love
and made an oath to dedicate my works to her… my muse
for I needed her… my inspiration
to help me create more
and draw luck to the door of my mental
and better still, let her dwell inside my heart, her home
© Heath Muchena, 2016