It's been debated for a while in this studio, but what do you call books with photos and poems? Some might say phoems or phoetry, surely it's Poetgraphy, non? As promised, the man in black has come back to curate a bunch of atmospheric poems and shots taken while on the road with his band Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. Prepare your eyes for the dazzling illusionistic light show Mr. Jago is about to present you!
Five Year Kiss
Deserving eyes reflect amber stars,
On green marsh a balcony sets the sun
Where five year kisses
On lips of curl
Gently fall.
Trooper
Immersed in sedate offerings
Of nights indigo
An amber star
Beside the moon
Provides the solace
Silent are the footsteps to justice
Unheard to mice
Malignant and eager
To report their progress
Unclenched, pointing
An ominous finger at the assembly
Evident through piercing eyes of an unseen warrior
The indignant fist of the oppressor
Dismembered from its owner
No longer qualified to fit soldiers
With uniforms of discontent
Incapable of picking fruit from the poisoned
Branch to feed unknowing hands
Brandishing a sword
Calculating his goal with care
An unseen warrior
Sees more than victory on the horizon
Light/dark?
Who can tell?
I'm so glad to be here with you,
You have shown me a thing or two.
A Peacock-coloured ducks' disdain
A dame,
In plain Darcey,
Her name.
Around your hood
Lotus plant open
Brilliant and wide
Over the silver upon the lake
Statuesque your stance
Awoken underneath
A head not concealed
Swimming with paddles for arms
Breaking waves of adversity
From who do you hide
It's only our pleasure to see you tonight
Serenity is the substance of your gaze
What you offer, you must not disguise
Sunrise
You laugh, I make you angry,
You hurt me, I love you,
You hate me, we are friends,
We catch a sunrise
Lucky are we, knowing the sunrise to be our new home.
You bathe in minerals; I watch you
You'll stare at the moon, I ponder over your next move with
Heart and eyes open.
All poems and images are copyrighted to Nick Jago.