HOW HE LIKES HIS LOVES

He said,
'I desire to love only strangers.
I will to love only, from a distance.
Even to know a name, lessons my love.

It's enough  to know, the eyes,
are brown or maybe blue.
Teeth even and white.
Clothes immaculate.
And a smile that stops my heart.

I  adore strangers from a distance,
prefer we never meet.
Do you understand?
I told you, even to know a name,
destroys the  love.'

Tushie   1994

THE LITTLE ROOM

There's a crotched rug smoothed flat over the single bed.
Colorful squares contain its pattern, each square in its right space.
That's not how it is for me, now, or maybe ever.
My life has no pattern, no meaning, simply no place.

This little room, with its dead night mood, and shabby  rose pattered carpet,
Created for the unravelled, now captured  in the glow of the small lamp.
Who stretches out in sleepless repose, and watches the hours dull senses to the
Steel white concrete walls that smell of loneliness and damp.

Tushie   1976

CARING

Let me be tender with myself,
Handle each situation with care and concern.
It will take time, and lots of love,
But eventually I will, be gentle with myself..

Tushie   1990

HEAVEN AND HELL

Stairs covered in stardust beckon me,
But I keep slipping off the bottom step.
Merely a minor delay.

There's no need for fuss or fear,
So why am I angry, impatient?
To see what is there at the  top?

Lend me a hand will you,
Help steady my slippery ascent.
And, when I reach the top step,
I'll won't forget your generosity.


Tushie   1990

MY SONG

Love, sing me well.
Let the breath of life,
Desire my mind and body.
Open the dusty cave of me, and,
Pour light into all dark corners.

Tushie   1989

UNSTEADY TIMES

I'm stumbling like a fool,
Struggling to keep my balance,
tottering like a child,
lost on a new highway.
As I weep for joy at my found,
Freedom

Tushie   1989

LET IT BE

Don't stop, stay, stand, let's go!
Let the full stream of life have its flow.
Let the beat drum its way
Boy oh boy what a day!

What won't let, the darned thing start?
I'm travelling in an old donkey cart!
Glorious mysteries, divine lords,
God in heaven pull the bleedin cord!

Let each day begin and end,
With hammers, and tacks, things that mend.
Grasp the new green dewy day,
Climb the stairs to a new born way.

Heave ho, pull and push,
An icy bucket of water tips and  whoosh!
A pretty dress, starched and pressed each day,
A purse full of money from a whole weeks pay.


A street full of sunshine, a valley of gold,
Stay away from the shadow, they're awfully cold.
Don't stop, stay, stand, let's go!
Let the stream of life have its full flow.

Tushie   1992