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October 29, 2013

25/october/ 2013

He stood in the kitchenette
drinking a bottle of imported beer.
Where do you want to be
in five years?
he asked.
Yours, I want to belong to you.
I did not say it.
I said, less angsty.

You stood in the kitchenette
drinking a bottle of imported beer.
Looking like a prom date
shown up ten years too late.
A good story behind your eyes
explaining why.

Where do you want to be in five years?
yours, I want to belong to you.
Will be older and
somewhat wiser.
Give or take some.
Where do you want to be in fice years.
Your shirt half untucked.
Your tie askew.
Yours, I want to belong to you.

I didn’t say it.
I thought it through.
For a bad sighted girl
I loved to look at you.

You stood in the kitchenette
drinking a bottle of imported beer.
You made dinner.
And ate with one hand
slipped down the front of my shirt.
No bra and
no worries.

Where do you want to be in five years?
Yours, I want to belong to you.

24/ october/2013

You don’t give me butterflies.
It was said. I did not lie.

In the movie theatre
I felt you stroke my
upper arm.
My heart stayed still.
It did not stir.

You don’t give me butterflies.
But I let you hold my hand.
Let you talk kindly
saying nothing.

You don’t give me butterflies.
I let you take me home.
I even met your mother.

You don’t give me butterflies.
But i did come down with a fever.
You ran a bath.
Lit some candles.
I looked away when you got in.
Not interested
in your naked skin.

You don’t give me butterflies.
I said twitching with disease.
In your bed.
It was said. I did not lie.

You don’t give me butterflies.
I closed my eyes.
Breathed in softly.
Ready for sleep.
As I began to give in to sweet black repose.
You whispered.
‘How do you feel about caTterpillers?’

I never saw you again.

 

 

 

 

23/October

 

As he moved inside of me
My mind sped up in spite.
Trying hard to keep it cool.
Bodies both naked, and its all going swell.
Kisses like fire that shift liver and lungs.

My head, my head it does betray me.
There’s no prayer in hell,
That his hands can save me.

He never said love and he never said stay.
So as planned, in two days
I’d be going away.

There were no promises
there were no demands.
Just hands caressing secret places.
As my heart heaves.

Out in the garage, on couches torn.
Party stragglers’ are too stoned to move.

Skin on sweaty skin, as close as two can be.
The anguish and despair, builds up rapidly.

It cannot be said for certain
if he was the ocean and I the shore.
Always lapping at each other,
always wanting more.

A gathering force inside my brain.
It starts to drip from my nose.
Falls on his chest and blossoms there.
It falls on his pillow, it falls in his hair.

Each streak of blood
a testament to my despair.
That soon he’d be here
and I there.

No certainty that the
invisible underground wires
Connecting us,
would not erode and decay.

When stretched across
salty seas, forests and highways.
’You’re bleeding’ he said simply.
I sat there mortified.

He got me to the kitchen sink,
Where the running water
turned bright pink.

He stood behind me the whole time.
Those goddamn feeble knees of mine.
Would have had me
falling to the dirty floor.

The flow did ebb,
we returned to bed.

My blood, still on his chest.
On patches of drying crimson,
He laid his head to rest
His arms reached out
and pulled me in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

22/0ctober/2013

 

On the mornings

it was at its worst.

You would call in sick
to work.

So as to watch me
lay on the couch
staring at the ceiling.
Too sad to move.

Pale and bright eyed with worry
you would watch me.

She wears your ring now
and it is cool.
I had you at your handsome best.

You and her will grow old together.
It is true.

She may die before or after you.
I had you at your handsome best.

On a day worse than the worst.
You called in sick.

To watch me lay on the couch
staring up at the ceiling.
Too sad to move.

In your lap
rested my feet.
Your face pleading
for a spark of something
like happiness
from me.

All of a sudden you
lift one of my small bare feet
and place it all
into your large sexy mouth.
Your tougne tickles
inbetween each toe.

I twist and I giggle.
I squeal and I squirm.
It is delicious.

She wears your ring now.
It is real cool.
I had you at your handsome best.

You and her
will grow old together.
It is true.
She may die before
or after you.

I had you at your handsome b

 

21/October/2013

 

I will close my eyes
With a joy formidable
For I hope that its true.
When my soul leaves my body
It wont remember you.
It will wander the earth
Just shapes and shade.

I will hang out
in the corner of your apartment
where boring people
would keep
a television.
Watching you make
pancakes for your lover
still in bed.

See you carefully
whisk the batter
wearing cotton boxer shorts.
But I wont know its you.
Because I hope it is true.
When only shapes and shadow.
I wont remember you.

I do not want to be a Godess
a keeper of a world
that is all my own.
Such responsibilty
freaks and annoys me.

Which is why,
When my soul
Leaves my body.
I will close my eyes.
With a joy formidable.
For I hope its true.
When my soul
Leaves my body.
It won’t remember
You.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

20/October/2013

 

He holds the gold spray can
with such easy grace
as he writes on the purple wall
with a steady confident hand
‘Love will tear.’
He replaces the cap over the nozzle
and turns to see her
looking up with confusion.

‘You have not finished.’
She says.
‘Yes, I have. It is not a Joy Division quote.’
He stands beside her and they both
look up at his handiwork.

A breeze blows dead leaves
around thier feet.
The coldness of it
stings their ears.

‘it is prophetic.’ He explains.
‘Inescapeable. Fact.
It may not happen today, tomorrow
next week.
BUT but but.
Love will indeed, tear.
Rip.
Shred.’

He trails off.
Her cold hand
reaches out
to clasp his.

With out so much
as a breath of a word to each other.
They begin to run.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

19/October/2013

 

 

I have never
burned a bridge
without being happy
to watch it
burst into flames.
Or
without being ever
so slightly
high on
the all consuming
fumes of
rocket fuel.

 

 

18/October/2013

 

 

When younger and much smaller
than I am now.
A corner stone of comfort
was the sound of my father’s laughter
at the Television
or in conversation with my mother.

The sound would float town the hallway
into my wide open ears
as i snuggled under my
Strawberry ShortcakeTM doona.

His laugh would lull me
into a calm easy sleep.
For that sound was the sound
of a world kept in step
with what is good and constant.

For when he laughs it is warm and loud
and can shake the walls.
When he was happy
it meant my world was well
and there was no need for
fear of any kind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

17/0ctober/2013

 

I am not the best.
It should be remembered.
But, when i think
of the day.
Far off
in the future.
The day of
my parents,
or parent’s
funeral.
I see you
sitting
next to me.
Calmly holding my hand.
It is not
very romantic.
Or
sexy and grand.
But, when I think
that far ahead.
It is you,
that is
holding my hand.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

16/0ctober/2013

 

 

f I had a baby.
It would be bought to my door step.
By velvet black ravens.
Guided by a scoop of creamy moon.
A galaxy of stars
laughing in its wake.

If I had a baby.
It would be bought to my door step.
By velvet ravens
with wings of
black buttery leather.

The baby would cry
red bloody tears.
If I had a baby.

It would be bought to my door step.
By velvet black ravens.
Guided by a scoop of creamy moon.
The baby would cry,
red blood tears.

I know it sounds troubling.
Not quite fact.
But if I had a baby.
It would cry like that.

If I had a baby.
It would be bought to my door step.
By velvet black ravens.
Guided by a scoop of creamy moon.
A galaxy of stars
laughing in its wake.

15/October/2013

He jumps on empty
beer cans.
At parties
that seem quiet.

It is no simple
can of beer.
That he is crushing
under big black boots.
Bought in London.

It is not a can
of cheap booze
seen from his
raging aching
eyes.

It is something bigger
fuller and fatter.

He jumps on empty
beer cans.
At parties
that seem quiet.

She sleeps soundly.
Breathing easy.
Not bitter.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

14/October/2013

 

How dare you like me.
How dare you
it’s just so creepy
How dare you like me.
at all.

Lets have a small guy pity party.
Lets have a small guy pity party.
Bring the smokes and
a lighter.
So it’s hard
to see your face.

Bitches are like stitches.
HA HA HA
Bitches are like stitches.

Watch me as I act
all charming.
I know
it’s quite alarming.
Cant you just be glad
that i am talking to you.

How dare you like me.
How dare you
it’s just so creepy.
How dare you like me
at all.

Bitches are like stitches.
HA HA HA
Bitches are like stitches.
HA HA HA

Lets have a small guy pity party.
i can listen to that story.
of how you held
the still steaming heart
of a dead lamb.
Last Christmas.

Lets have a small guy pity party.
Looking at your phone.
Hip hip hooray!
So glad you came.

Bitches are like stitches
HA HA HA
Bitches are like stitches.

How dare you like me.
How dare you
it’s just so creepy.
How dare you like me
at all.

Now, be a dear.
Just sit here.
watch me
act so charming.
I know
it’s alarming.
Try to be grateful
that I am talking to you.

Bitches are like stitches.
HA HA HA
Bitches are like stitches.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

13/October/2013

It happened by the light of your laptop.
It happened by the light of your laptop.
It happened at night.
on the floor
where we were known to play.

It happened by the light of your laptop.
It happened by the light of your laptop.
If my brother knew.
Best be getting a head start.
Because his eyes are sharp
and his aim is true.
If my brother knew.

It happened by the light of your laptop.
it happened by the light of your laptop.
I thought it was cute.
Now when I remember.
My rage is hard to mute.

It happened by the light of your laptop.
You naked chest.
Glowed so close to mine.
It happened by the light of your laptop.

I cherished it.
The blue black bruise.
It was a sign
of something bigger.

It happened by the light of your laptop.
It happened by the light of your laptop.
‘Remember me when it hurts.’
Well, it’s time to come clean.
It’s only now
i know what you mean.

iT STILL DOES..
IT STILL DOES.
IT STILL DOES.

friend.

It happened by the light of your laptop.
It happened by the light of your laptop.
If my brother knew.
best get a head start.
because his eyes are sharp.
and his aim is true.
If my brother knew.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

12/October/2013

 

i do
but not as
much as you.
oh hell
i’m awake
it’s midnight to.

do you believe
in god, today?
no.
do you believe
there is a way?

Not tonight
Not tonight

I do
but not as
much as you.

Oh hell
I’m awake.
It’s midnight to.

Do you believe
in god, today?
No.
Do you believe
there is a way?

Not tonight.
Not tonight.

 

 

 

10/October/2013

 

Oh! my stars!
are never aligned.
Plucked them from the sky
kept them in a drawer
for you to find.

wait, no.
Am I mental.
Never even had a bed
when i met you.

Oh my stars!
are never much aligned.
If you crush it
put it in honey.
it’s amazing
the things you will find
that I can swallow.
Find impossible
to leave behind.

Are you coming over, now?
Yes!
Are you coming over now?
Yes!
ok. ok. ok
ok. ok. ok.

There’s a couch
I can share.
my housemates are all here.
but, they’re stoned.
but, they’re stoned.

Oh my stars!
are never much aligned.
it’s not your fault
that your blind.
to what’s inside here.

Pure purple
perfect metal
in my bones.
All the stars,
stolen for us.
To keep.

oh wait.
it’s not a date.
just friends.
just friends.

Are you coming over now?
Yes!
Are you coming over now?
Yes.
ok. ok. ok.
ok. ok. ok.

I have a couch
we can share.
my housemates
are all here.
but, they’re stoned.
but, they’re stoned.

I guess my stars will never align.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9/October/2013

 

A tiny little hack saw
on a silver chain.
Pretty good escape plan.
But the get away was his.
She wears it in the shower
wears it when in bed.

Gave you a tiny hack saw
on a cheap, silver chain
wears it in the bath.
wears it to bed.
waiting for it.
waiting for it.
It is never said.

When you go out.
it always ends early.
get driven home
with that look on your face.

Alice in wonderland
could’ve used such a weapon.
‘I saw it and thought of you.’
yeah, he did.
yeah, he did.
yeah,he did.
What’s the big deal?
Stop being such a bitch.

Gave you a tiny hacksaw
on a cheap, silver chain.
Smiling with it
around your neck
Standing naked in the shower.
watching the water
rush down the drain.

Little liar, little liar.
The kind who claims
holes in his shoes.
Silly silly.
the holes are in you.
The wet feet
are your feet.

The good ones never wait.
The great ones cause a rage.
without any feathers.
Something flies from the cage.

You are not Alice in Wonderland.
He is not as mad as
all that.
You’re just a girl.
with a tiny hack saw
hanging round your neck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 8/October/2013

 

Ever stood naked
in front of a mirror?
Felt such a shiver.

The tears form and fall.
oh such a hopeless
skinny mess.

You look like shit.
There’s not one dress
in the world that can fix this.

Ever stood naked
in front of a mirror.
seen the deformity.
felt that shiver.
the fear curls around you.
inside and compels you.

Ever stood naked
in front of a mirror.
hands up to your face.
fighting monsters
without reflections.

Hidden is different dimentions.
Ever stood naked
in front of a mirror.
stood and stared
long and hard
at the flaws and
deformity.

others would sink
from the force
of such scrutiny.

This is why
i am so bad ass.

 

 

 

 

 

7/October/2013

 

I am jessica’s fear of the future.
I am jessica’s ice pick eyes.
i am jessica’s withering stare.
I am Jessica’s crack pop bones.
I am Jessica’s manic affectations.
I am Jessica’s skeleton heart.
I am Jessica’s shifting alliance.
I am Jessica’s vivid memory.
I am jessica’s vague kidneys.
I am Jessica’s dirty blood.
I am Jessica’s wide awake nerves.
I am Jessica’s ambitious spine.
I am Jessica.

It’s going to be fine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

6/October/2013

 

she is what?

i get it now.

you held my head
you held my head.

she is what?

i get it now

you held my head
you held my head

It did not rain
the clouds did stray
i saw some art
went out to play
the dream stuck around
throughout the day.

she is what?

i get it now.

you held my head
you held my head.

 

5/October/2013

The lights in a hospital
are never all that pretty

This is not helped
with redness caused from crying
‘I remember,’
my dad says.

‘Holding your tiny hand
down many a hospital corridor.’

I take hold of his rough hand
browned by the sun.
One nail black from
a hammer or something.

‘I am not so old now,
only slightly taller.’
I say.

We walk like this
my hand held firmly by his
the rest of the way.
down that hospital corridor.

 

 

 

 

4/October/2013

 

Everything means everything
i would do it
make no mistake
i would do it
if it wouldn’t
kill you.

I would eat your brains.
consume your mind.
everything means everything

The sun will rise and
it will set

You will be doing a dance
the dance of a mindless boy.
Everything means everything
I know you disagree.

Iwould do it
it would get done
if it wouldn’t kill you.

I would eat it
eat your brains
that night
that memory
nothing more then fleshy tendon
caught between my teeth.

the sun will set
the sun will rise
you will dance the dance
of a brainless boy.
everything means everything.

3/October/2013

So the holes that were left
you reach through
to kiss me.

Things may get hard
I will leave the back door
unlocked
for an easy get away.

In the night
when i push
and i shove.

So the holes that were left
you reach through
to kiss me.

 

 

 

2/October/2013

 

On the night it happenned it was cold and she did not realize anything out of the ordinary was happenning.

Head so deep into the tissue and pink pulpy flesh of her broken heart.

So enshrouded in her own sense of a self made catastrophe.

It was for this reason that when she sat down at that table with a bottle of beer and a free flowing wit,

she failed to see that something truly wonderful was at her left.

Waiting with baited breath to be given the oppurtunity.

The oppurtunity to pluck her from the end that was slowly eating into her very bones and plonk her feet first, smack bang into a new start.

For this is how amazing things occur, no lights flashing or big celebratory fire works. Instead it is a timid whisper a gentle tug.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1/October/2013

I am not a toy.

I just look like one.

Cannot make me do
what I do not want to.

Best just step back, son.
Little hands and little feet.

Loud mouth, not fond of repeats.
Arms and legs quite bendable
in certain ways.

I am not a toy.
I just look like one.

 

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