Brain fart
Monday, February 19, 2007
Slowly please.
The sexy curling tone of your voice
Winds from a plastic earpiece.
My tongue can stretch down miles of phone line
To lick your ear.
Drunkenly calling an ex at midnight,
Seems like a good idea.
You are too far away to touch me
And I have alcohol as an excuse. ¶ 11:17 pm 2 comments
Winds from a plastic earpiece.
My tongue can stretch down miles of phone line
To lick your ear.
Drunkenly calling an ex at midnight,
Seems like a good idea.
You are too far away to touch me
And I have alcohol as an excuse. ¶ 11:17 pm 2 comments
Saturday, February 03, 2007
I'll Patronise.
They have
Question mark spines.
And old tears
In milky eyes.
Aching hips,
Sometimes leaking
Pee and secrets.
Beauty is there
In expression, smiles
And stories. ¶ 12:24 pm 1 comments
Question mark spines.
And old tears
In milky eyes.
Aching hips,
Sometimes leaking
Pee and secrets.
Beauty is there
In expression, smiles
And stories. ¶ 12:24 pm 1 comments
Making Mistakes.
A fresh page, a new thought. Except you are here. You say let me justify myself to everyone. I think what a waste of time. You play dress up. I sit and think. I twiddle my thumbs. I think, you are the only person I have ever been sure about. Here I am, a-thumb twiddling. So I give you the flower of my heart. So you continue fucking. I had no expectations. My subconscious reinforces my belief I am worthless. My mind reinforces my belief you are not good enough for me, and indeed, a fool. But still, I will feel like an idiot when making idle chit chat with you. It seems we are hacking at different sides of the same wall. But neither one of us is sure if the other one is hacking, or chatting to someone else on the same side. Often it seems to me a kiss would answer everything. Maybe we both know, that one kiss would unlock it all. Maybe the world would collapse in on itself. Or maybe we could just move on for satisfying curiosity. You’ve let me slip though your fingers twice. I’m not going to chance a third. Come and take me up against the wall. I’m game. I don’t think you are. You’re too busy fighting imaginary battles and being frightened of staying still long enough to think of me, and those implications.
¶ 12:12 pm 0 comments
Visiting Ali
I watched stations tick by.
Warm central line seat,
Heated by a strangers bum.
What would happen,
If you accumulated the heat emitted
Into that square of itchy velvet?
On the floor runs rivets of cola, sticky lines.
A Japanese lady straddles the worst
In dainty heels.
Mixed race couple stand close,
As if pressed from all sides.
She, big subservient eyes,
Glassy pools of brown
Tiny against his chest.
I move my bag
For no thanks
From the person taking it’s place. ¶ 12:04 pm 0 comments
Warm central line seat,
Heated by a strangers bum.
What would happen,
If you accumulated the heat emitted
Into that square of itchy velvet?
On the floor runs rivets of cola, sticky lines.
A Japanese lady straddles the worst
In dainty heels.
Mixed race couple stand close,
As if pressed from all sides.
She, big subservient eyes,
Glassy pools of brown
Tiny against his chest.
I move my bag
For no thanks
From the person taking it’s place. ¶ 12:04 pm 0 comments
