Monday, June 26
Wednesday, June 21
Not in Paris
Let the music play
Let 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, breathing uneven, and green swollen vein throbbing louder than those drumbeats rolling in closer and closer. The air curls up, holding its breath and lights recoil as those tantalizing guitar strings threaten to slice right through you, just to see your face light up in manic joy.
And your eyes, your eyes -
Scorching the head into focus ,
Focus on everything else that shouldn't be,
Focus on what you can't see
Move faster and the burden gets lighter
It's your spine speaking now
It's your spirit twitching brighter
It's your muscles coiling tighter
You were never a fighter
but look what its done to you
Mute madness
and goosebumps
You don't need a voice to shout or a mouth to laugh anymore.
Your brain's in tune with the trills
And your skin tingling for sin
Smell the fire, taste the wounds
This time you're going to win
And you'll take it head on and gore right through
and that dark red silk handkerchief
will soak your face
sweeter
stains on the dancefloor
Come let me teach you to tango.
Let 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, breathing uneven, and green swollen vein throbbing louder than those drumbeats rolling in closer and closer. The air curls up, holding its breath and lights recoil as those tantalizing guitar strings threaten to slice right through you, just to see your face light up in manic joy.
And your eyes, your eyes -
Scorching the head into focus ,
Focus on everything else that shouldn't be,
Focus on what you can't see
Move faster and the burden gets lighter
It's your spine speaking now
It's your spirit twitching brighter
It's your muscles coiling tighter
You were never a fighter
but look what its done to you
Mute madness
and goosebumps
You don't need a voice to shout or a mouth to laugh anymore.
Your brain's in tune with the trills
And your skin tingling for sin
Smell the fire, taste the wounds
This time you're going to win
And you'll take it head on and gore right through
and that dark red silk handkerchief
will soak your face
sweeter
stains on the dancefloor
Come let me teach you to tango.
Monday, June 19
Not even headlines
I've seen the future, brother:
It is murder
Things are going to slide,
Slide in all directions
Wont be nothing
Nothing you can measure
Anymore
The blizzard,
The blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold
And it has overturned
The order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
Leonard Cohen 'The Future' from the soundtrack of Natural Born Killers
-----------
Are we supposed to write a happy song
When the world goes horribly wrong?
Are we supposed to polish our knives
When they're used to kill our wives?
Are we to eat cookies and cream
As hungry children scream?
Are we to sit back and smile
While innocents are tortured in style
-------
rape the girl you'll never see
kill the child you'll never be
shoot the man who dared to fight
burn the old women tonight
steal their food
maim their brood
tear them inch by inch
just to watch them flinch
-------
laughter in maniac eyes
fed by anguished cries
strong cruel bodies swell in pride
even as they violate the bride
blind the eyes
that will never again
see the morning light
its all dark now
and that makes it all right?
It is murder
Things are going to slide,
Slide in all directions
Wont be nothing
Nothing you can measure
Anymore
The blizzard,
The blizzard of the world
Has crossed the threshold
And it has overturned
The order of the soul
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
Leonard Cohen 'The Future' from the soundtrack of Natural Born Killers
-----------
Are we supposed to write a happy song
When the world goes horribly wrong?
Are we supposed to polish our knives
When they're used to kill our wives?
Are we to eat cookies and cream
As hungry children scream?
Are we to sit back and smile
While innocents are tortured in style
-------
rape the girl you'll never see
kill the child you'll never be
shoot the man who dared to fight
burn the old women tonight
steal their food
maim their brood
tear them inch by inch
just to watch them flinch
-------
laughter in maniac eyes
fed by anguished cries
strong cruel bodies swell in pride
even as they violate the bride
blind the eyes
that will never again
see the morning light
its all dark now
and that makes it all right?
Friday, June 16
Shot
when your feet won't stand still and your fingers insist
on racing
and your heart beats in tune to the rollercoaster
in your head
eat a keylime pie
or a sausage on rye
tell a stinging lie
swat a filthy fly
and grin
win
enjoy the din
of a drunken caviar soaked night
or a totally tacky pointless fight
and ask yourself if you even remember
a time
when your insides burned
and your fervent mind churned
for something real
and if only you'd known then
it would never be again
do you think
you might have
savoured the run
still chased the sun
held on to the one
put away the gun?
on racing
and your heart beats in tune to the rollercoaster
in your head
eat a keylime pie
or a sausage on rye
tell a stinging lie
swat a filthy fly
and grin
win
enjoy the din
of a drunken caviar soaked night
or a totally tacky pointless fight
and ask yourself if you even remember
a time
when your insides burned
and your fervent mind churned
for something real
and if only you'd known then
it would never be again
do you think
you might have
savoured the run
still chased the sun
held on to the one
put away the gun?
Wednesday, June 14
Write me a miracle
You could
if you thought hard
real hard
and coaxed and cuddled the words into
a cushioned cocoon of cadence
cool creamy comforting
crackling now and then like crisp chocolate
cornucopia captured
cosily
in my chaotic cannister
of casual kitsch
callous caress?
no
cliched kiss perhaps
or
crunching candy?
kicking cadavers down the corridoor
call it crazy?
and if you wrote it all down
you could be me.
if you thought hard
real hard
and coaxed and cuddled the words into
a cushioned cocoon of cadence
cool creamy comforting
crackling now and then like crisp chocolate
cornucopia captured
cosily
in my chaotic cannister
of casual kitsch
callous caress?
no
cliched kiss perhaps
or
crunching candy?
kicking cadavers down the corridoor
call it crazy?
and if you wrote it all down
you could be me.
Monday, June 12
Raindrop
Watch it settle on your window pane like it had always been there
Staring wide eyed at you in transparent pleasure
Watch it tremble just a shade
As it holds on tight with baby fingers
Watch it stick its nose on the cool flat glass - beckoning you
Watch it glow.
Watch it wish away the world outside till it's lost in wet white haze
and then
watch it weep for every blow you drew
watch it laugh at every dream you grew
watch it spit out every thought you knew
watch it
reach you
teach you
beseech you
watch it
watch it watching you.
Wednesday, June 7
3 takes
Rustling
when wilting leaves
weather away
like waning smiles
you sit up
shut down
clear away
the dog eared files.
-----
Bustling
when traffic lights
hit you like speed
and blaring horns
cajole you
construct you
cage you
transport you
------
Hustling
not a penny more
not a dollar less
you surrender
rabid smiles
quick handshake
broken promises
checkmate
when wilting leaves
weather away
like waning smiles
you sit up
shut down
clear away
the dog eared files.
-----
Bustling
when traffic lights
hit you like speed
and blaring horns
cajole you
construct you
cage you
transport you
------
Hustling
not a penny more
not a dollar less
you surrender
rabid smiles
quick handshake
broken promises
checkmate
Friday, June 2
Over and out
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 light. No fight. No shadow anymore.
The pensive pen meanders, stops short and gently shuts the door.
Its time to let them be. Its time to set you free.
.
.
I rest my case.
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 light. No fight. No shadow anymore.
The pensive pen meanders, stops short and gently shuts the door.
Its time to let them be. Its time to set you free.
.
.
I rest my case.
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