Away To Callaloo

Away we went to Callaloo,

where the sea is a glittering diamond

that never goes to sleep,

and the rising sun brings promises

no one could ever keep.

With empty pockets,

me and you,

away we went to Callaloo.


Away we went with naught to lose,

where water falls in clear cascade

wherever it is able,

and buttered toast with marmalade

is on the breakfast table.

With broken dreams,

just me and you,

away we went to Callaloo.


Away we went and left our shoes

to try their fruits and steaming stews,

to see what their tomorrow brings

we left our shoes and other things,

to walk the sand and eat ice creams

with empty pockets and broken dreams,

just you and me, and me and you,

away, away to Callaloo.




You were caught in me

like a fish on a hook.

I tore you away,

threw you back to your world,

wounded to the insides of my bones.


In anguish we part,

my companion and I,

and stationed here upon this hill

we watch our tangled knot untie,

withdraw, resign, be still.


The absence of the muse

is the artist’s darkest hour.

I wish my tears were rose petals,

but they are not made of any flower.

Exemption (A Vampire Love Poem)

In a crystal palace I now reside,

below rising towers of pale rose quartz;

on a snow white tiger I often ride

great lengths,

then returning to my regal courts

I gaze in praise of my saffron halls,

boasting marble floors and amber walls.


In anticipation of my wild love’s return

I set a feast at my tortoise-shell table;

from citrus trees I gather wood to burn

for as long as I am able…

yet lacking strength I must retire

in ruby robes before the fire.


Fiercely, fearfully I awake

to find her hands upon the stake!

It’s clear she knows now what I am:

a secret soul amongst the damned.

To the look of terror in her eyes

a look of love in mine replies

“My darling one!” in grim protest,

but her slender hand heeds no command

and she drives the post in my pale breast.