I know no more nature than you
And yet, I too, like Rousseau
Feel that “my whole life has been nothing but one long reverie divided into chapters by my daily walks”

So, I will not lecture or review
Because my mind is set on only thinking anew
As long as it comes from the soul and does not unjustly offend other folks

© Heath Muchena, 2016

Delivery Number A

I brought all twenty-three
so did She
enough chromosomes to make a baby
so we consummated

all things considered
and debated

© Heath Muchena, 2016

The Eternal Imaginarium (v)

like a rush at the thought of prospect for the migrant in transit
a temporary transcendence in the harsh reality of movement and uncertainty
a coming to terms with the past
an openness to the future

although earnest intent never guarantees the use of ideal implements
mixed in with our fondest remembrances are some of our failures or regrets
but we still make discoveries through our mistakes
the same way say Brandenberger invented cellophane

so, no doubt you’ll find fault with my sentences too
semantics, syntax, symbols – cohesive forces of speech…
which at times may be out of my reach
but never stifle the practice as long as I remain imaginative

and like a gush that results from feeding the intellect
or colourful overflows of a painter with brush, canvas, and a burst of creativity
travelling through the medium of art to other worlds
creating with a touch of brilliance – if not madness

© Heath Muchena, 2016

A Writer’s Lair ii

what a little money can do for self-esteem
what a little love can do for well-being

still, having all those things… to him
could never compare to the freedom in exercise of creativity
the grand vision – like Sun Yat-sen’s for the Three Gorges Dam
…in pursuit of it daily – like doing it for the fam…

the zone he’s been in lately
as if to the work he’s married

but to reach for a dream it has to be so – clearly
it’s never been a question of whether to do it or not
and as Socrates put it, “let him do either and he will repent it”

thus I had to agree to the release of ‘A Bird of Stone’ in twenty-nineteen
even if unknown – they expect a masterpiece – for the plentiful patronage …
but as Balzac explained it “poetry and women show themselves naked only to their lovers!”
still, to meet the deadline – one cannot rest on his laurels
if you could see him now
the man he’s become
through battles he’s lost and some that he’s won
you should be unsurprised to know that he’s doing it on his own
terms and time
steadily in control

into a monarch of art he’s been transformed
so weekend he celebrates with the right degree of pomp
with a Dame like Ellen McArthur… to sail with him to São Tomé…
a seductress… with better speed and sophistication than a Hyperloop pod

whispers in his ear “existence is home”
suddenly he sees beyond… amor patriae
and follows her along – like the muse he adores
a poet and purveyor of prose
he knows love has no value in the absence of lust
and that every piece plays its part
in the layers

© Heath Muchena, 2016

Uptown Abbey vi

all intended

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

© Heath Muchena, 2016

Cold Comfort iv

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
sensual elation

plush cushions on her elbows and knees for comfort
back arched
our actions – moot point – except on observation

calm at the feel of a touch
undeniable affinity
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

Love Lodestar iv

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
obeying instinct

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