Happiness is a Warm Gun

metro musings

2008-03-15T23:20:00.002+08:00

just a trashy love song from a forgettable movieand the stars come crashing downlike myriad fireworksexploding your worldtouching you notmissing by a whiskereverytimeand you stand watchspinthrough the lightamazedunburntuntouchedwhitemagicheathungerto stay aliveand let the deafening dindrownthe senseless screamingfor a whilelike the pretty pink skyfinds respitefrom its habitual dark duvetand a

XYZ and ZYX

2008-01-21T22:32:00.000+08:00

this is Kafka's skynot yours or minethick dark thoughtsslowly catchingthe dying dazzleof day's endsycamore silhouettebeckoninga sinister singlestoryspiralling steadilyinto that tidy cocoonnestled in steel white gripof muddy rootthat dug its way into feedon the heart of theunborn butterfly

Blank

2007-12-12T23:00:00.000+08:00

Bang Bang He shot me downKill BillKill JillKiss MissKiss thisCan't do itCan't screamCan't dreamCan't fightCan't writeCan't even biteShadows can't fearThe remains of the dayThey hold the nightIn swayDodge the moonIts way too soonFor the lightTo blightthe balmy blue blankness

Here

2007-12-08T12:58:00.000+08:00

Steel grey dawnStone cold panicA saturatedsingleSilenceWhite curtain stillnessWeightWaitWarningMindless morningMy winter.

Just walk on by

2007-10-29T21:24:00.000+08:00

caught a bird watching me from its cagestrange look in its eyecaught a baby staring at me wide eyedhow would I ever fathom that?caught myself scowling at nothing in particularno psychoanalysis requiredit must be my teethmy hair, my nosemy minddefinately not my shoeslook backthat wasn't mejust lines in my head"it was just some jesus looking for a manger?"Cohen's in a cocoon"it ain't me babe, it

before sunset

2007-10-10T23:23:00.000+08:00

It was a beautiful day. Almost unreal in its clarity, colour and calmness.Even smoking a cigarette felt like blasphemy lest it clouded the crispness and cool that had seized the air...and the light, oh the light like never before.The blinds had been lifted.The chores done. Lawn mowed to perfection. Oven scraped off the last remnants of burnt cookies. Every crease ironed out on the bedspread.

sometimes

2007-07-28T12:44:00.000+08:00

Sometimes its the end of the worldand sometimes its notSometimes you rememberWhat you thought you forgotSometimes the ogresAre waiting to pounceSometimes the fairiesGrant you an ounceSometimes the treasureIs a doorbell awaySometimes the pleasureIs here to staySometimes the cracksare gaping wideSometimes the fireIs swept asideand yet the leaves just smoulderfor every rock and boulderyou carry on

Meeaow

2007-06-29T10:30:00.000+08:00

eenie meenie mynee mowho came knocking at the door?wide eyed froggy wet and sorelong faced doggie, cat eyed whorechill eyed baby wanting morewanting wantingranting pantingneeding bleedingseethingweaving flowerswhite and goldcounting sundropsnew and oldfreshly frozen flowers bloomingwinking moon and thunder loomingcrickets buttercupscherries cherubsfiltered brewand cosy blueon scattered sunday

Filter your coffee

2007-06-13T00:23:00.000+08:00

This has got to die

2007-06-12T23:51:00.000+08:00

yeswith one lip curled upwardsand eyes piercing the empty airgreen lasersshooting downmeyou're a herosmashing every pieceof fine chinadelicate to the boneand cradlingyour cuddly crocodilecloseand just smilingto yourselfat the worldweaving its faithlesstricksin blind fervoursuch a pretty pinkand the water runs drywhat a great bookand the phone lines breakdelightful mealand the chill settlesand the

Shrug

2007-05-08T11:13:00.000+08:00

You are lying and you don't know itYou want to be who you are notYou can't be where you don't want to beI'm walking backwardsto where I never wanted to beI'm racing forwardhoping for a crashphonecalls drown the fire alarmand save it for a rainy daymoney buys toysand a night at the barsleep buys oblivionand anger destructionthe brain watches silentlyas thoughts provokestifling seizuresshutting you

It's time

2007-04-28T02:50:00.000+08:00

sometimesyou don't have to waitfor the sky to fall on your headfor the dust to be cleaned outfor the chores to be completeno epiphanyno haze eitherit's simple enoughbecause it can't waitwhat is done is doneeven eked out in the name of practicalityconsiderationprocrastinationfor someone else's causerock hardstrewn by the waysideas regular as a lifecould betomorrow today yesterdaystill

Candles for Virginia

2007-04-18T09:25:00.000+08:00

Mild misty morningTouch of greyMythic peaceA mood buildingLazy stirringunder fateful bedspreadsCoffee and chatterIn the hallwaysClass as usualSmile as usualShrug as usualPain as usualWalls awash with fearAnger in a boxSmashing throughIn Automatic blackJust another morningfor a stone facadeand bare treesand death foretoldthe green lawns were never thereIt's still winterFor himFor usIt always will

Tweedling

2007-04-04T12:15:00.000+08:00

Tweedledum: so that's what you think of me. A grasping insensitive loserTweedledee: how dare you- misunderstand again!T'dum: and you're a nagging nuisance -T'dee: after everything I did which you didn't even noticeT'dum: I didn't ask you toT'dee: it was all for you and even then I knew it would come to thisT'dum: when did I say anything was wrongT'dee: right, it's always me. throw it backT'dum:

The picture in my head

2007-03-29T00:24:00.000+08:00

its rosebud timea brilliant redon silent snowfresh white bedice maiden mirroredkay and gerdaditsy dwarvesby the pricking of my thumbs...fairy talesevery day of our livesfrom that ruined castleup on highto that lost cityoceans deephiding wet wild treasurecaught out for a magic momentby a lone sunraythat shot right through the wavesdeepinto a world we never knewwas there for usa slow bloomapricot

9 crimes

2007-03-15T11:28:00.000+08:00

tasting what you can't smellmincing coffee beans with corianderdrinking red colour blindeating before the killbeating bubbles that won't burstdancing to a dead tunemaking love to lettucelying in bed alonewriting crap..................................................elephantthis has got to diei said this has got to stopthis has got to lie downwith someone else on topyou can keep me pinned'cause

more babies

2007-03-08T16:40:00.000+08:00

babies are made of thin airbabies are made to scarebabies are made of DNAthat will make you really paybabies will tickle youbabies will pickle youdrain you of allsavage sanitythey'll eat your mind dryand watch you fryin a pool of squalid screamssaying 'try me'give it a missdo without the kissforget they existtake it off the listNOWwhile you still canresistpersistand all you haveare rotten gritsin

babies

2007-02-25T21:31:00.000+08:00

floating in the airdancing in my mindswimming inside somewherewaiting to be madea clever rusea passionate ploya hopeful accidentor perhapsreal real......gone.our minds pressed and guardedwhile our flesh disregardedthe lack of space for the light-heartedin the boom that beats our drum and i know i make you cryi know sometimes you wanna diebut do you really feel alive without me?if so be freeif not

Airport angst

2007-02-16T22:30:00.000+08:00

Yet another one. Steel bars. Grey blue glass. Long walk to a grey blue sky. What next? Have I been here before? Does that child scream in vain or because he recognised a face in the crowd or a ghost with a snowman grin? "I'm here to swallow you up- are you ready for the magic?"Floating through a numb haze of cataclysmic contours- people I believe- waiting, watching, worrying, wincing. Peeping,

Beachside dummies

2007-01-11T15:04:00.000+08:00

What was all that fuss about smashing pumpkins and blind melon? You could get a pink pulpy papaya oozing its dubious fragrance and nutrients all across your now baby soft freckled skin rudely red with suntan copiously rubbed on ripe raw breasts by stiff strong fingers and a rough palm you readily chose- reaching for a miracle.The sea looks beautiful today. Silvery smooth- a colour with no name

I Me Mine

2007-01-11T14:56:00.000+08:00

Happy new year!

Fading

2006-12-11T11:44:00.000+08:00

a cold long waitor a warm inviting onelilting along a luminous lullabyloving every little lingeralong the lonely winding winterwayfor all you who sleep tonightfor all you who weep tonightfor all you who creep intofurrowed familiar facadesof formidable futuresfashioned by soft sweet fingersfeeling for fantasiesfallen by the waysideam I freaking you out?Hannibal just offered me a slice of

Here

2006-12-09T19:20:00.000+08:00

When you know and you don't

2006-11-07T00:17:00.000+08:00

We always knewIt would come to thisTHISlike a brand new endto a fairytalethat never wasand with every new slashand every bit of stickyviscous redyou wish it was just a new daywith no yesterdaysthat scream on forever and evercling on like the rotten stenchof pukeyou promised you'd clean upand leave but a whiff offresh paintintoxicatingdark untrodden corridoorsand a sketchbookwhite as

dead or alive

2006-10-15T08:34:00.000+08:00

why are we here?for me or for them?why do we laugh?because we remember or forget?why do we hurt?because we want to smile again?why do we rage?because we need them?why are we dead?because we did none of the above--------------------carnival nightI'm hereand not therenot quite anywaynot whitenot blackno spitejust quietwith a beerand no bitepeople millingtautly willingthrongingcobbled streetsdubious

Damn

2006-10-10T12:14:00.000+08:00

The sky was darkeningin a way she lovedthe sun was deadhigh up aboveher eyes were barely openhard workon a pointless afternoonresurfacing quirksneed to be shelvedand of course I can't write anymorebecause when it happensit's more than it ever wasor will betimeoutI need to frownand sayI do.------------------DamnationGet back in therestay putsweet murder is afootdon't make a sounddon't movestay

Coldwater Morning

2006-10-03T22:14:00.000+08:00

He stared and stared. Squinting at a dazed new day. He wasn't quite sure where he was. The air smelt good. Like freshly churned butter.His breath was regular, unfettered. His skin tingled with a sense of wonder. Had it been sleeping this long? What was he missing? The throbbing nerves in his temples? Why were they suddenly so still, like butterflies long flown -and you wondered, had they ever

Tough choices

2006-09-28T17:35:00.000+08:00

when your life's a fairytalewhen your heart's on emailwhen your mind's asailon the boat to nowheresavour the punchflavour the lunchroll a fresh fagbleed the last dragcatch me a lemoncrack me the weedgift me your bestkick me the seedwhen was it morningwhen was it nightwhen is the right timeto pick a good fight?float me a fablea la clark gablewish me a moonflakeI'd never forsakefireworks

Break(in)

2006-09-25T15:40:00.000+08:00

"Why do I keep beating myself with a hammer?To feel real?Because it feels so good when I stop. "(Grey's anatomy)NoIt doesn't.That's when the soreness really kicks in.The futility of it all?YesSo I just find another hammer.For varietyFor thrillsfor chills.Why?Because I can.And you can't.And you shan't.Stop.Is just another wordI haven't heard.CryIs a non optionRivers run dry.Try?Perhaps one dayWhen

Squeal if you care, keel if you dare

2006-09-21T01:43:00.000+08:00

It's rainin menhallelujahthey paved paradiseto put up a parking lotCos I've got one hand in my pocketand the other one's givin a high five(Ginger, Joni, Alannis)-----------------------------------------sweet child o minedid you knowthat the only blissI ever foresawwas that one nanocigarettesitting liberatedon the sidewalkby the grocer's denas a million passers bydrift by in sheer disdainor

Whither?

2006-09-19T01:06:00.000+08:00

turning back I said...the clock?the race?my face?turning back to look againfor who knows whatmight strike againrewindglance behindthe light you findcould leave you blind.even as the setting sunbids you fastto make the runyou tarry onceyou tarry twiceyou hurry backfor one more slicegreen apple madnessapricot sadnessdry ice gladnessthe sky is a mess.who needs a sunsetwhen sunrise is nighI've got my

Turning back

2006-09-16T00:51:00.000+08:00

All right tonight

2006-09-11T09:18:00.000+08:00

tonight I cannot think of angels...No nor witches eitherI cannot fan the flames that lie dying yet againtonightI will not seek redemptionNo nor solace evenI cannot bridge the distance that grows longer everydaytonightI'll dream of echoesthose words that had been writof every wasted whispernow muted bit by bitwhoever thought they'd live onwhoever thought they'd shinemade every magic momentyet

woher

2006-09-08T00:50:00.000+08:00

wearywere wewhere yewhere are wewe woowerewolfwe are wolvesnonowherenowhere manwerewomanwore manwar wonone whorewhole orone holehomewomanwombtombwho killed my story?

Untrue

2006-08-29T19:51:00.000+08:00

I'll sit on this tall green hilland wait for youI'll stare into the sunand you'll have no clueI'll sit on this big brown rockand look for youand let the ice and sleetfreeze me blueI'll stand on the purple water's edgeand search for youand the ducks will laughas they always doI'll lie on a dusky desert duneand wish for youand the sands will swelland bury us two.I'D LIKE TO BE UNDER THE SEA,IN AN

Yes

2006-08-24T02:22:00.000+08:00

How did you know? That you could just speak softly, and it would slice my mind into shreds that cannot see each other; and the bits would float here and there and collide in confusion even as they remain warmly cocooned in that soft silk handkerchief that your words weave so gently.And everything you say is just the whipped cream on a warm rich coffee cup which lies on your desk four thousand

Fission

2006-08-19T02:12:00.000+08:00

The sun forgot to set today.It hadn't set an alarm. The blackberry packed up.It continued on auto pilot without a thoughtfor the moonthat kept waiting, waiting.----Lightning struckAshes of rosesall over cream satinThunder stood bythe rain held its ownClouds applaudedAs the stars undressed her----Edgy iciclesShattered snowRosewood hoursStark and slowFire and waterFriend and foeYour time is upwith

Carpe Diem

2006-08-15T15:24:00.000+08:00

Apple green tea. Not green apple tea.The difference is more than subtle.Like the morning before and the morning after.A cigarette lit and one unlit.Promise of another day or just today?Pencils sharpened for a math examPencils blunted to sketch the shadows in her eyesA jug of cream or a dash of caviarLeg of lamb or touch of terrineA shot of Remy Martin Louis XIIIA pitcher of HeinekenRacing head,

In the Flesh

2006-08-12T11:50:00.000+08:00

Stench of burning fleshBloody innardsSlashed inside outDelicate lacerationsCarefully executedControlled frenzyliving artOn display for a few hours onlySkip dinnerFeast your eyesAnd mindWhile it still breathesThrough fevered eyesAnd a choked gulletCroaking silentlyfor releaseOblivion won't come easyYou're on camera honeyEvery ounceof well earned painGifted with razor sharptenderness...And all I

Bridge too Far

2006-08-10T14:40:00.000+08:00

You don't know meyou never will.I'm far awayAnd I didtryto let you beThat perfect personfor a whileTo meltgently intothat rush ofblood And muckthat's me.I won'tfeel you anymoreI can'teven rememberhow I didAnd I am invisiblydistilledin your laundrybagAnd youare nowhereat allMy eyesare gleamingAs I lean overyour still shadowWaitingfor me tomiss youas I do notkissthe messthat no longerSleepson my

Guilty

2006-08-08T11:29:00.000+08:00

Guilty as hellhe could tellShe was squirmingGuilty as hellshe knew him wellHe was worminghis way outof the creepylittle molehillhe loved to curl up inkeep mumplay dumbits time .No moreGin and limejust tonicIn its bleak bitter clarityprick you backinto preciouspiquant realityHate it as you dostill sticks like glueto singed fingertipsstill tinglingfrom that tender toucheven nowjust one guilty

Escape

2006-08-04T14:20:00.000+08:00

He understood. She didn't. She never would. She didn't even try. Every time he tried to hold her hand and tell herthe truth, and nothing but the truth- she smiled and nodded.Vacant pretense of comprehension, where there was no hope.Just the surety of habit. That enmeshed itself in the grain of his torn button, his bed linen and bath mirror. Even the damned toothbrush told him to give up.He had

Mon tag (monday? my day ? just a tag...)

2006-08-01T09:55:00.000+08:00

Tags in the air, and bits of music float through on a sultry breeze as I try to say what I don't want to say.I amI saidto no one thereand no one heardnot even the chair(Neil Diamond)I dancein the moonlightafter a scathing fightI sing for my supper when I can't eatI crywith the wolves in the waking dawnI am not alwayswho I amI make with my handswhat I can't with my headI writelike a spider

Being Us

2006-07-24T01:54:00.000+08:00

Being Youhe hated people.they came at him from all sides.beseiged his being with the consciousnessof one who has to belong.he was taller than them.he would always be.he could read their minds tooand they thought they could read his!he was already where fools fear to tread.since there are no angels ...Being Meblood running thick by the side of a still green pondmud flecked dull green

Always - winter

2006-07-19T16:24:00.000+08:00

voices rise to fever pitchchildren turn bluenothing old, nothing newcold grey embersclutch blindlythe invisible sunand I rememberwrithing, fadingcelebratingIn the mist'sstrangleholdCan I sail thru the changing ocean tidesCan I handle the seasons of my lifesky unravelsits clammy coatfrosty brewchilled just for yourigid fightnumbing biteiced eyelidspiked lasheswelcome gashesand if you see my

Relics

2006-07-15T03:20:00.000+08:00

Blazing eyes. Impassive jaw. A headbutt.Taut muscle. Dark calves. Smashing forehand.Red streaking. Lightning lap. Champagne laugh.Cloying campari. Curried clams. Cogent cracks."Lets try it another wayYou'll lose your mind and play"The Sunday Philosophy Club.The Piper at the gates of Dawn.Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf.Sibilant senses. Smoky slims. Simmering silence."She often inclined to borrow

Gentlemen first...

2006-07-07T23:39:00.000+08:00

What happens when you miss something so much thatthe cigarette burns out on your toe and you don't even notice?When the music fades and you still hear it? When the light breaks through the purple haze of invisible cloudand you still only drift in the comfortable blackof all you cannot see...How much alcohol does it take to burn the insides like now?He hadn't a clueMaybe she hadMaybe she didMaybe

I'm leaving you

2006-06-26T22:00:00.000+08:00

Not in Paris

2006-06-21T03:50:00.000+08:00

Let the music playLet it hover wickedly - just beyond the reach of your gently awakening senses that slowly, oh so slowly start pricking at those little triggers that you inch towards expectantly. Now drawing back, now letting your feet stick and your eyes glaze in an attempt to disown what it's doing to you...Lips parted ever so slightly, eyebrows creased, cheeks taut, neck outstretched,

Not even headlines

2006-06-19T09:40:00.000+08:00

I've seen the future, brother:It is murderThings are going to slide,Slide in all directionsWont be nothingNothing you can measureAnymoreThe blizzard,The blizzard of the worldHas crossed the thresholdAnd it has overturnedThe order of the soulWhen they said REPENT REPENTI wonder what they meantLeonard Cohen 'The Future' from the soundtrack of Natural Born Killers-----------Are we supposed to write

Shot

2006-06-16T16:06:00.000+08:00

when your feet won't stand still and your fingers insiston racingand your heart beats in tune to the rollercoasterin your headeat a keylime pieor a sausage on ryetell a stinging lieswat a filthy flyand grinwinenjoy the dinof a drunken caviar soaked nightor a totally tacky pointless fightand ask yourself if you even remembera timewhen your insides burnedand your fervent mind churnedfor something

Write me a miracle

2006-06-14T04:24:00.000+08:00

You could if you thought hardreal hardand coaxed and cuddled the words into a cushioned cocoon of cadencecool creamy comfortingcrackling now and then like crisp chocolatecornucopia captured cosilyin my chaotic cannisterof casual kitschcallous caress?nocliched kiss perhapsorcrunching candy?kicking cadavers down the corridoorcall it crazy?and if you wrote it all down you could be me.

Raindrop

2006-06-12T01:39:00.000+08:00

Watch it settle on your window pane like it had always been thereStaring wide eyed at you in transparent pleasureWatch it tremble just a shadeAs it holds on tight with baby fingersWatch it stick its nose on the cool flat glass - beckoning youWatch it glow.Watch it wish away the world outside till it's lost in wet white hazeand thenwatch it weep for every blow you drewwatch it laugh at every dream

3 takes

2006-06-07T20:51:00.000+08:00

Rustling when wilting leavesweather awaylike waning smilesyou sit upshut downclear awaythe dog eared files.-----Bustling when traffic lightshit you like speedand blaring hornscajole youconstruct youcage youtransport you------Hustlingnot a penny morenot a dollar lessyou surrenderrabid smilesquick handshakebroken promisescheckmate

Over and out

2006-06-02T01:34:00.000+08:00

Its a night of no memories. No stars. No moon. No gloom.Not even thought.My tobacco lies quietly in the corner waiting for the pipe to wake.A satiated wine hush in the air. The breeze sleeps.A tiny cricket taps a tender beat to the silence.The neighbour's tap trickles lazily.Sky wrapped up in cloudy duvet floats dreamless.The window wilts, weaves wispy words that melt into a whitewashed wall.No

and...

2006-05-31T23:08:00.000+08:00

when the lights go out, I'll hear your voice,scream silently, "get out".when the lights come on, you'll sing a song,and know that I was always wrong.when the sun goes down, I'll shut my eyes and run to find another shore...when the moon comes up, you'll smile and watch my shadow at your door.so what can matter, matters notidle chatter, passing thoughtlaughing morning, loathsome nightforget the

666

2006-05-30T15:00:00.000+08:00

Haven't quite figured out this 'tag' thing but it seems to be some sort of infectious creepy crawly that provokes a lot of laughs and the occasional scowl (I'm not looking in the mirror, so don't ask)Quick introduction:You must post a blog with six weird facts or habits about yourself. These cannot be used against you later on :)- At the bottom name the six people you will tag next.- Leave them a

True lies

2006-05-27T17:22:00.000+08:00

Why laugh when we can cry?Why hug when we can fight?Why talk when we can hide?Isn't it a far more potent state of being, to have your inchoate mind competing with a random heartbeat that threatens to get ahead of you as your fingertips burn in silence? When the soles of your feet register each miniscule prick of dirt on the floor and your toes cramp in rebellion? Can you feel your stomach

this one's not for you

2006-05-25T13:47:00.000+08:00

Act Imy eyelids grow heavy as the wine settles ingnaws at the insides and rests deep withinwhere can I find it, where should I lookafter all that it did to me, all that it tookcry me a shotglass, cry me all blueturn me to crystal, far away from youburn me to cinders, find me a nookbury me whole, with no second look.shake me like jelly, shake me awakeyell at me loudly like all is at stake.drown me

Mine

2006-05-23T09:30:00.000+08:00

It was born the day the door shut in his face.It grew slowly a little pinkish brown thing. Clinging on for dear life. Feeding on him till it grew puffy and soft. He liked stroking it, feeling its fullness.He knew though it wouldn't be long before it changed colour and left him. He squeezed it and felt the pain surging sweetly through his fingers and tingling down his spine.It was starting to

I didn't ask for the weatherman

2006-05-22T10:25:00.000+08:00

Today its the rain. Predominating, presupposing tomorrow.Nothing perceptibly new. Just the mist pulling closer.Pretending it's that old greying lover who's nervous clammy hands move deliberately towards a futile destination.Look back in anger? Sit back and smile?Walk away wistfully, or crawl in slow motion till that white vapour fawns all over and fondly threatens to choke you?How many molecules,

Kitchen tales

2006-05-18T02:18:00.000+08:00

I'm coming to get youMake no mistakeI'm here to sweat youLike a moist rummy cakeI'll tickle and toast youI'll pickle and roast youI'll carve and baste youBrownI'll twist and tease youPinch and please youSuck you till youDrownSmell you, inhale youSmoke you, choke youLick you softly cleanTaste you, waste youChew and cherish youTake you Where you've never been.So pluck off those feathersPeel off

Umm

2006-05-15T21:51:00.000+08:00

Swirls of thick rich cream, with a hint of chocolate now and then.Scraping the bottom to savour the last vestiges of what could soon be a fond fading memory, even as greedy hunger gnaws for more.Words form slow and tentative, strung together in serious quest of elusive thought.Or clear deliberate, like the moon burning a torch for the late night runner on a mission.Spoken in earnest, now in

Sandman

2006-05-13T01:01:00.000+08:00

...Till the sandman he comesSleep with one eye openGripping your pillow tightExit lightEnter nightTake my handOff to never never landEnter sandman- Metallica--------------------------------------(composed jointly by Cocaine Jesus and myself)Sepia colours washed the dun landscape with shades of tan and brown. The sun burnt down with fierce licks that sent dark shadows scurrying into the

chardonnay, everyday

2006-05-12T00:35:00.000+08:00

sparkling, tinglinglike the sun in your eyesrising, surprisinga million highsbreathe it inwatch it glowshut your eyesfeel it flowa perfect tulipclean chilled skinstrong slim stemdesigned to winreflecting rainbowsfresh fruity smilessmelling like thirstsucculent stylesipping a stormcrystal cleartoasting the worldlook, summer's here

WTF

2006-05-09T13:01:00.000+08:00

when the world looks the other way as you hammer on its dooryou sit up straight,take note and walk out of the door.tell yourself its nothing, just some dirt on the floortell yourself you'll sweep it off and won't look out for more.the hours won't keep up- oh darn, you sweat out in the parkthey choose to crawl, remind you that its soon going to be dark.and that is all your waiting for, its all you

Anger Management

2006-05-08T01:50:00.000+08:00

The called you a loser.They called you a schmuckThey scoffed at your motherThey screwed up your luck.The laughed at your carThey smirked at your lifeThey ignored your childrenAnd ran off with your wife.So you broke down their windowsSmashed all their stuffBurnt down their houseAnd punched them all rough.You beat up their brotherYou yelled yourself hoarseYou stole all their moneyTo settle old

desert

2006-05-07T02:00:00.000+08:00

Anywhere but home

2006-05-07T01:55:00.000+08:00

thirsty feisty sensualblue sky bone dry brittle stone cold old burning parched scorched pristine gnarled unfurled tranquil tauttrembling desert queen Come take me.

Blow me up

2006-05-05T01:41:00.000+08:00

Nobody asked where she was goingNobody asked her to stayNobody carried her suitcaseNobody showed her the way.She looked back just one timeShe knew no one was thereShe looked on straight aheadShe didn't need them to care.-----" Something inside of meHas opened up its eyesWhy did you put it there?Did you not realizeSomething inside of meIt screams the loudest soundSometimes I think I couldI'm gonna

Waiting

2006-05-03T03:31:00.000+08:00

I've been sitting idle for hours. For hours!Where are you? Downing a few beers with your best mates?Or chatting up that doe eyed colleague Whom you wouldn't let anywhere near me, When she knocked on your doortentatively the other day?Here I am- slick new image, fitter, faster, Brand new colours, every detail as you desired. You even chose these devastatingly obscure blue shades,Possessively, so

when?

2006-05-01T12:30:00.000+08:00

Nothing new, nothing hereNothing sparkles, nothing near.The rainIt washes out the softnessLeaves me dry and flakyThe sunIt steals away the madnessLeaves me numb yet shaky.The curling dawn shuts every doorthe dusk will never open,And the days have left me far behindto fade out in this den.And things could changeYes, things may changeand things will change....but when?

Beauty

2006-04-29T02:00:00.000+08:00

"Beauty is fear...we quiver before it"Take it in your hands and look at it. Deep into it. What do you see?Something you love or something you wouldn't dare to love?Something you hate or something you would like to hate?Something you remember that could never be yours?Something you destroyed but which never went away?Something you cherish yet hold in contempt?Something you need and yet fear to

Cracklin rose

2006-04-27T11:48:00.000+08:00

Tall tough womanIn slender whiteDark lined eyesWith a twinkling bite!Now a lady, now a childNow a tramp, deliciously wild...Painting picturesSharp and bright,Yet soft and warmAll shade and light.Cooks like an artistChirps like a birdLoves like the oceanThe sky has stirred.Cries like a babyLaughs like the starsLeads her own lifeNo holds barred.Smokes like an angelDreams like a childFears with a

Spring, or something like it

2006-04-26T11:32:00.000+08:00

So it's that time of year and everyone's writing about it. My own attempt to do so is usually dogged by pointless petulance, detachment, ennui or simply a half amused scepticism.(Now beat me up all you spring sunshine suckers!)There are no daffodils or tulips here nodding cheerfully, changing colour, welcoming a summer to look forward to.Its largely grey, warm and humid with a sinuous mist

Looking

2006-04-25T11:15:00.000+08:00

Looking InIt winked and curled up.Mischief on the mind.It squealed and rolled upIf you dared to be kind.It laughed and whirled roundTeetering on tiptoeIt hugged the warm groundAnd teased you real slow.Spat fire and got highStepped near and let flyFeasted on fresh liesAs you gazed, you gazedInto expressionless eyes..Looking outIt crept out, slowly, surelyStill a hint of fearIt leapt at you now

Song sung blue

2006-04-23T09:20:00.000+08:00

Wrecked againby a songOnly a song.That means little to youand even less to meAnd were it not for thatstrange bundle of imagesThat come swimming inAnd that lineWhich even nowmakes me skip a heartbeatI could trash itas just another clever clicheDesigned to make us crycrocodile tearsFor no oneStill playingsomewhere in the recesses of my shattered psycheWaiting to be scooped outWith the serrated edge

Laughing eyes

2006-04-21T16:17:00.000+08:00

Saw him strolling down the streetNew orange shoes on crooked feetStrong steady gaitNo frills, no fussGlance at his watchAs he runs for the bus.Saw him at the parkWriting songs in the darkTraining for a runWaiting for the sun.Saw him at the coffee shopBright eyes looking outWatching a crazy worldBustle about.Saw him at workBy a solitary lightCareful and quickEvery detail just right.Saw him in the

Stub it out - there

2006-04-19T05:25:00.000+08:00

Yes, it was an ordinary day. An unusually productive morning too. The sun streamed in happily, weaving a natty print on the room's moist skin, illuminating all that had been hidden so long. The fresh morning air skipped cheerfully around the corners and took her by the hand. Oh how she loved a playmate!She kept him close... that skipping young devil as the morning took off for its well deserved

Loser takes all

2006-04-17T04:40:00.000+08:00

Drop the blinds.Seal the shutters.Bolt the door.Don't let them in. Don't melt. No matter what.Even if they scream for help,Cry wildly only for you.Close your eyes, shut your ears, smile fiercely and think of tulips.In a long green field that rolls aheadTo exactly where you want it to be......................................Pick up your fileMake your notesPut the baby to sleepFinish your tea.Now

Salvation?

2006-04-15T22:41:00.000+08:00

I've found it.The perfect spot to down my cup of solitude in secluded bliss.The perfect time to feel like a prince.The perfect moment to smile at my shadow and call it mine.After all the searching, all the angst, all the confusion... here it is.my slice of skymy chance to flymy own box of treasureto cherish at leisureThe perfect dream to chaseThe precious laughter on that faceThe perfect piece of

Take it or leave

2006-04-15T05:59:00.000+08:00

I love it when you fight meI love it when you biteI love it when you hate meAnd it happens every night.I hate it when you touch meI hate it when you cryI hate it when you tell meYou will never ever lie.Will love it if you burn meWill hate it if you don'tWill love it if you throw me outSo please don't say you won't.So I'm waiting hereFor one good kickLove it, hate itTake your pick!

Years from now

2006-04-13T00:45:00.000+08:00

Because you are no oneAnd you are hereLike a waking dreamAlive in my headBecause that soft smilereflecting your eyesIs gentle as the night timecushioning the starsReaching forand calming the feverThat I fear would drive you awayAnd what can I do for youthat you might knowI would not ask of youthat which I need the mostAnd that youdo not have to save meAs your heart gentlypushes me awaywith a

A few words

2006-04-13T00:35:00.000+08:00

A few wordsStrung togetherTo make it all realSpoken as only he couldA voice likethe seas calling to youdrifting over the edge of wavesAnd that feelingthat she knowsI need not explainRelief and painone and the sameSurging through meAnd the stars smileThey know I'm coming backAnd it will never bethe same again.

For you

2006-04-13T00:09:00.000+08:00

Just a touch of meIn your eyesYour hairIn the airaround youBlood rushing through your veinsLooking out over the lighthousesThat seem more realJust as she sitsthere beside youOn a slope of grassDrinking in the sea and night airThat chills her for fear of losing youAnd you know that this is youAnd all you sayAnd all you hearIs a shadowOf just that touch of youIn her hairHer faceAnd her eyes...

24 more...

2006-04-12T20:28:00.000+08:00

And the storm came riding down on high,In its sequinned plume of thunder. A mighty lightening froze the sky, As it spewed venom down under.Nobody knew just what to think, They had no time to wonderThey just watched it hit and howl And tear the world asunder.I was going to write prose. Don't know what happened, but here goes...Its dusk here. That state of limbo we all love to write about. I'm

The next 24..

2006-04-10T02:47:00.000+08:00

Its the kind of day when you know things will go right. You feel it in your bones.You do everything right. Tea brewed at just the right temperature. Brownies baked to perfection. Deadlines met, and emails sent, with enough time leftover to browse the newspaper, and catch the new season of CSI Miami on telly. No unforeseen phone calls to disrupt a long bubble bath with a glass of wine. Even the

The owl and the pussycat (remixed)

2006-04-07T03:02:00.000+08:00

She loves me, She loves me not

2006-04-05T17:50:00.000+08:00

Well since the last one didn't quite work out, here's my second shot at love poetry!I've been ponderingOn this deep deep thoughtDid she love meOr did she not?I knew that she knewMy mind was askewMy heart in a stewMy assets so few.NeverthelessShe did pretendShe would bendA few precious inchesTo accommodate my hinges!And try to ignoreWhat was clearly an eyesore.And she tried so hardTo treat me

blood on my hands

2006-04-04T11:28:00.000+08:00

I'm going to kill.Tomorrow perhapsOr the day after.And it won't be simple.Oh no it won't!Don't fool yourselfBecause I don't.It won't be the usual wayLike a quick and easy layThat you get out of the wayLike just another day.This one will be toughNerve wracking and roughLong, painful and slow,Little did you knowI wouldn't let you go.Will twist the jagged edgePutrid pungent steelSlicing bit by

Here

2006-04-03T00:45:00.000+08:00

Am I thinking?Again?Am I?No, I'm just here.Like I always was.Like a limerickNever written.Like an appleNever bitten.Like a ghostNever smitten.And after every warWhen I asked for moreAfter every hugThe hole I dugTo bury myselfAfter every cryWhen I tried to dieBricks and stoneSkull and boneLeft me here alone.SoDo you ever thinkI might be on the brinkDo you everSee me as I am?Even try to give a damn

Too close

2006-03-31T19:02:00.000+08:00

Come up hereClose to meCloseSo I can see your faceSo I can smell your skinAnd see your eyesLooking at me.CloserSo I can feel your breatheHear those wordsYou speak notYet.And I'll come closer tooSo closeYou wouldn't be able toSee my faceOr my eyestightly shutOr that flaming mouthWhich now feels cold and blue.And if we could onlyPull close enoughTo melt away the masksAnd smile with our eyesAt the

Nobody home

2006-03-30T15:12:00.000+08:00

One still tapdripping steadilyOne black wrapflung lazilyGathering dust on a forgotten floor.One small crackon a picture frameAn empty packof fags to claimFor no one at the shuttered door.Delirious TVcrackles onEmpty freezer rattles onWet window panes look out for more.Nothing changesNo one speaksSilently they all grow weak.Till one blue dayThey start to frayAnd wear away all stiff and sore.No

Waiting for the worms

2006-03-28T02:16:00.000+08:00

Midnight hourAnd the lights are lowThe air is stillAnd the feet move slow.Sounds of darknessSmother allWait for the wormsTo gently fall.See them crawlSee them maulThe memoriesIn that sunlit hall.Let them grope you…gingerlyLet them lick you…tenderlyFeel them creep up in a floodFeel them feed on flesh and blood.Close your eyes and let them inOffer up your every sinMake them gnaw you deep

Play time

2006-03-27T17:48:00.000+08:00

Grubby little boyWith a brand new toyRolling aroundBreaking new ground.A new toyFull of lightA new toyShiny and bright.Playing hardPlaying softCaressing itHolding it aloft.Wrapping it in mudRubbing it cleanShaking it fastPainting it green.Chasing in gleePinning it downLaughing out loudWatching it frown.Through the rainThrough the frostHolding it closeSo it wouldn't be lost.Throwing it downKicking

Out there somewhere

2006-03-25T15:20:00.000+08:00

Huge wide world Spread out before meLying at my feetWaiting to set me free.Acres of seaCalling to meRipe rich landTaking my handConcrete beautyCatching my eyeLeading me onTo a plausible high.Bright eyed peopleWatchful catTeaching me thisTeaching me that,Pushing me outOf a deep blue boutShaking me nowShowing me how.Playful patternsRoll in my headSundry silhouettesSpeak in my bed.Bookshelves

For no one

2006-03-23T16:52:00.000+08:00

Thought I'd try my hand at love poetry for a change! Something bright,Just a trifle triteI think I mightJust feel right.And what would I write?About that first unexpected kissThat look I often missThat soft eloquent touchSilence, that said so much.The laughter and the lightThe frolic and the fightThe warm deep glowAs we merged soft and slow.Stop. Right now.You don't know how.You never did.So drop

hey, thats no way to say goodbye

2006-03-21T19:52:00.000+08:00

After a long night gone byAfter the passion runs dryAfter a warmly ebbing highLong afterWe stopped asking whyWe roll backInto that cosy sackLike Jill and JackWaiting to crack.And drink in the sweetnessOf an hour of weakness.Drunk on a wet wet worldAs the sea outside swirledand askedWould you know me tomorrowif I looked in your eyeif you passed me byif I made you cry?And you smiled and saidYou

Black breaking through

2006-03-21T01:13:00.000+08:00

Calm

2006-03-19T17:31:00.000+08:00

Calm today.Like a wave too lazy to rollLike a bell too full to toll.Calm, like a breeze that's sleepingCalm, like the dew that's weeping.Every sense, every poreQuiet now, can't ask for moreEvery breath now feels so sweetResting now, those restless feet.Nothing black, no empty streetJust a warm deep heartbeat.Close as hell, a soft deep shellthat binds and soothes and keeps me well.Nothing uttered,