Mulberry Mews
Posted: June 10, 2017 Filed under: Words In Imaginary Motion Leave a commentthe world’s conniving
and it’s cold outside
I’d rather stay here
where it’s warm
inside you
all night
before tomorrow arrives
and I shall be inclined to return to the mine
to work and earn my ether
an endeavour which may take forever
but to decentralise and self-govern is destiny
like an application on the Ethereum blockchain
so who am I to go against the grain?
I was born to be free and staying would eventually give me fetter pains
pardon my utterances if they’ve become cryptic all of a sudden
it’s just that I’d rather not spoil the evening – this moment
by telling you what I’ve been withholding
that by sunrise
I’m to journey to a land of fire and mud volcanoes
way out there in Azerbaijan
where I shall be on assignment before proceeding to Uzbekistan
to view the Savitsky Collection
o, believe me woman
to be so far away from you for so long
is to slice the heart open
and as I stand here now on our bedroom balcony
smoking this organic golden leaf grown in granitic loam
while you curl up on the daybed looking at me
unawares you’ve just inspired a poem
letter forms and written words retrieved from memory as I create
thinking how the world’s conniving
and how cold it is outside
I’d rather come there
where it’s warm
inside with you
Heath Muchena, 2017