Saturday, 20 January 2007

Like Lasso Around the Moon





The need to belong is stronger than the desire to survive

No one hangs on whilst she fumbles to find her keys
Except you, and you’re already made up

In ignorance she travels the world in hope of finding affection

She

Switches of like a lamp

Bottomless Pocket




the type of construction
one erects
to celebrate
what’s left of independence.
Is it enough?

dwindle in a sea of colours
I’m done with swimming in tight air
I’m air-conditioned
diving in an
ocean
of unimportant
matters

life matters

causes enough to derail
Semi-detach

at night when you’re at home
cuddling up to your pillow

I’ll rotate on my bed
in this state of mind that wont let me sleep
hazardless elevation
a mountain from which there are several
routes breaking down
into water
drops
stages

you’re a skyscraper
watch me fall

Thursday, 18 January 2007





Und Retake Redo Restate Set up Start over Restage Revert Reabsorb Recess Retract Refine Reshuffle React Reschedule Resize Discourage Rewind Reacquire Re-evaluate Reduce Re-establish Rectify Recreate Rediscover Redeploy Reject Reactivate Relive Retry Reset Reopen Read Reaffirm Reek Realign Realise Rekindle Reappear Reapply Reappoint Rearrange Review


I’m not a turtle
My skin is not thick
I move sluggishly forward in vain desire to
Leave a firm status quo
Without revolutionising the middle classes
Step back
Relocate
Shoot off

Witness
Enter clarity
For a critical view

Draw
A
Line

Label it
The end

Ray




I try to run away from this road that follows me everywhere
This arrow of light
Straightness
A hi-road of predictable happenings
They’ve been mentioned
On several occasions
Written down on paper
Shouted
Laid down in patterns

They say its my destiny to be promising
Stand tall
Breathe deep
Sit big
Be dancing vigorously
Spread laughter
Find a voice to talk with
Quickly open white rooms
Feel the draft
Open doors

I go against this
as often as I can
Dying to hold reality
Eagerly grabbing
Every intoxicated opportunity

And all I care about
Has nothing to do with logic

Melody




This
foreign country opens up and closes
Beneath
Above
Beyond the first feverish touch
falls
Morning dew on grass straws

A childish bargain
We once reached
You’re eyes have fallen asleep

One has to pay for an unspoken goodbye
For this ambiguous end
For Michelangelo’s imitation of the last judgment
As you stood before me
He showed me exits
And forcefully pushed me into a narrower dimension
A hasty state of mind

I agreed without choice
To a take-off into
No more

Wednesday, 17 January 2007

Chasing Cars


So many places
Objects
Homes
Left behind

Attempts

Untitled darkness beneath stones

So many misunderstandings
Raised eyebrows
Disappointments
Luggage



Where do I go now?

Not personal Yet


I don’t take drugs
Despite
Hanging on thin air
I’ve been advised not to
By people who’s
Never tried
Love

I smoke cigarettes
Occasionally
When others are watching
When there is reason to be
More man than a woman
When I want to draw attention
To my red fingers and my destiny

Nicotine makes me want to
Give up
What was given?
When all there is
Is a desire
To grasp

When all there is
Is in front of my eyes
And someone seem to talk in the background
I don’t know her
She’s not my sister
Nevertheless she’s willing
To risk her life
For my happiness

Sacrifice
Can
Be a truly wonderful experience


Liberty


Dry sand eats your bare feet
Scratches your heals
Water washes away fragments of your skin
Echoes the fumbling of toes
Under cover

A in- between zone
Placed
Deliberately
By no one
You’re life is a wobbling bowl of seawater
That splashes against distant rocks
Where nobody feels hurt

I guess the things that are close
Are far