Poems by Peter Huta
(Male Toilets, Woden Bus Interchange)
a canvas of sorts,
decorated in Aerosol spider sprays
of reds and blacks:
tribal names and nicknames;
tight closed circles of teenage love;
cruel spirals of timid loathing;
obligatory four letter words of alliance,
of false courage and of fear.
Turning, I see on the wall -
sprayed in the same black Aerosol script -
"People with Heroin",
"Death x Dark x Death";
this is what it is then
to die doubly,
with only darkness as intermission.
I'll count the mirrors in your eye,
keeping still the labours of my heart;
becoming a perfect black stone of silent love
deaf to the cracking sound of the first frost breaking,
of sorrow forming out of moments loss in memory;
like a cloud, despite itself, drifting across an open sky,
falling out into the invisible commotion of a day
unlike any other, bringing a last rain,
leaving the streaks of the past upon the window pane;
the faint wind sway of limbs and
untidy leaves in a perfect litter of decay;
crisp and brittle sight like twigs of winter trees.
Two Line Notes
Two line notes
where once two page letters lay -
out of friends.
And notes give way to
nothing in the mail,
and two new strangers
are born into the world today.
The Spider's Web
These are the days
when I can almost begin
to feel myself dying.
Lying in the dark,
clinging to the night;
screaming out of that silence.
And in the half light,
a spider's web breaks
and falls across my open mouth.
" mercyful fate "
scrawled in black
on the mangled side
of this bus-shelter.
And on the back,
in a bolder hand
the words "Bong On".
And a sigh is written in red,
between the swastika
and the withered rose;
the simple words,
Biographical sketch: Peter has been writing poetry since 1984
and has a dozen or so poems published. His favourite
poet is Sylvia Plath.
Peter Huta recommends:
Sylvia Plath Collected Poems by Ted Hughes (editor)
Reason: The full collection of Sylvia Plath's poems. An incredible
intensity and depth of feeling. Amazing use of
imagery and language.
Recommendations for writers:
Let yourself out! Plug into the cosmic and into your own heart.