I wrote I miss you in the recess of a muddy puddle
Letting the water dismantle my words, ever so quietly
No cracks to behold, or a sliver vacuity, just a blur..
Always a blur.
I sprayed I hate you in red ink all over the road
Something for the rubber to make noise on, since I never did
It mixed with grime until I couldn’t see anymore
And neither could the driver.
I wrote I love you in blood on a scribbled math page
Letting it fade, as all the passion had
The coal mine of our land, empty now
Depths to fall in.
I typed I give up in a font that you would despise
Giving my fingers room to move
As I kept my mouth shut, scared of being driven into words.
I scrawled that I don’t care anymore
Or that I don’t miss you anymore
Letting the remembrance of those our love had killed rock me to sleep.
I write like you- not like you.
And its all true, what I write, except maybe-
I don’t miss you-
But I miss you when I’m breathing.
A well rehearsed speech
Tuesday, 25 December 2012
Sunday, 23 December 2012
Where are you going?
In Railway parade
There is a girl
Oh where are you going now?
Her fingers to busy, to quick for traps
She is writing the love of a the storm
Oh where are you going now?
She wants for you to stay
Like the simile for metaphors
An undecided thing
Oh where is she going now?
It’s almost Christmas Eve
Oh don’t follow; she knows the way well
Oh where are we going now?
No salvation on this Yuletide Eve, this Yuletide Eve
There is a present underneath the tree
The one that is from me
Where do we go now?
Where are we going?
I bought you my heart
But Jesus smashed it on the floor
And took my soul away, a verse at a time
Where will I go now?
You’ve gone where I can’t follow.
There is a girl
Oh where are you going now?
Her fingers to busy, to quick for traps
She is writing the love of a the storm
Oh where are you going now?
She wants for you to stay
Like the simile for metaphors
An undecided thing
Oh where is she going now?
It’s almost Christmas Eve
Oh don’t follow; she knows the way well
Oh where are we going now?
No salvation on this Yuletide Eve, this Yuletide Eve
There is a present underneath the tree
The one that is from me
Where do we go now?
Where are we going?
I bought you my heart
But Jesus smashed it on the floor
And took my soul away, a verse at a time
Where will I go now?
You’ve gone where I can’t follow.
Wednesday, 21 November 2012
The Sound of Time
Inspired by WH Auden
The sound of time
Is the tick! Tick!
Of the hall clock as
You wait for supper.
Everybody knows it
But they think nothing
It’s just a tick, akin to a church mouse waking.
The feel of time is
Scattered pages, holding secrets
The edges rough
The face smooth
Everybody feels it
But they think nothing
It’s only paper
Akin to the pages in Bibles and sermons
The taste of time is
Salty and red
Blood spills, yes
But it heals, it just takes time.
Everybody tastes it
But they think nothing
It’s only drops
Akin to the grazed knees of childhood.
The look of time
Is long reaching bands
Of silver and gold
That shows the passing of hours and minutes and days
Everybody knows it
But they think nothing
It’s just a tool
Akin to a bell or pair of scissors.
We hear.
We feel.
We taste.
We see.
We do not realise the
Traps that have sprung
Tricking us to think
That we are the masters of time
Time is the unforgiving master
That controls and meddles
Not enough time, we say
Time is running out
Everybody knows it
But we pretend
That time is contained in clocks and pages
Time is akin to grains of sand sliding
Far too soon down the slide of life.
There is not enough time.
The sound of time
Is the tick! Tick!
Of the hall clock as
You wait for supper.
Everybody knows it
But they think nothing
It’s just a tick, akin to a church mouse waking.
The feel of time is
Scattered pages, holding secrets
The edges rough
The face smooth
Everybody feels it
But they think nothing
It’s only paper
Akin to the pages in Bibles and sermons
The taste of time is
Salty and red
Blood spills, yes
But it heals, it just takes time.
Everybody tastes it
But they think nothing
It’s only drops
Akin to the grazed knees of childhood.
The look of time
Is long reaching bands
Of silver and gold
That shows the passing of hours and minutes and days
Everybody knows it
But they think nothing
It’s just a tool
Akin to a bell or pair of scissors.
We hear.
We feel.
We taste.
We see.
We do not realise the
Traps that have sprung
Tricking us to think
That we are the masters of time
Time is the unforgiving master
That controls and meddles
Not enough time, we say
Time is running out
Everybody knows it
But we pretend
That time is contained in clocks and pages
Time is akin to grains of sand sliding
Far too soon down the slide of life.
There is not enough time.
Thursday, 15 November 2012
viscous
Random. I got the idea from a prompt.
If only I’d known
That love is like Honey
Gliding on trust me
The juiciest flies caught
If only I’d known
That you’re not so faultless
Syrup, not Honey
To runny
Nothing to hold me
And to make me stay.
If only I’d known
That love is like Honey
Gliding on trust me
The juiciest flies caught
If only I’d known
That you’re not so faultless
Syrup, not Honey
To runny
Nothing to hold me
And to make me stay.
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Paint Job
Paint Job
The fence was far too high
To begin with
And it was no mean feat
To pull it down
But we did
The scarred wood cracking
Warped by the sun
That had split many a rock
Then you said
Next is my house
And a roof tile fell off
Shattering a faded gnome
And you sweared at the kitsch of it all
Then melted into the old kitchen
Still with its ’85 rubber oven
The cordial was old
Like you
And warm like you
Bottled with experience
We drank slowly, out on the falling porch
The blistering haze cracking cicada shells
The paints in the shed, you said
The grass snapped like Oyster shells
Under my thonged feet
And the bucket of colour was heavy
You held the stripped brushes
Gentlemen’s moustaches
Able, brown fingers open my heavy tin
And we started to apply it, slick as grease
But three times more pretty
With your straw hat you looked like a paragon of the sunburned country.
That was Australia, in ’99
And that was the day we painted Grandad’s fence.
Please comment! This is only the first draft :)
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
Hey Jealousy
Hey jealousy
You can be my best friend
Whisper in my ear
Or you could be my lover
And a sweet nothingness, to
Hide behind the smoke screen
Glory in my lack of inhibition
Nibble at my soul.
Hey jealousy
You can knock at my door
Give me flowers and
Seduce me
Blind me and take me
Tell me I can have it all
Hey jealousy
You’re the beat in my ears
The taste in my mouth
You’re my director
Who hides behind the curtain
Hey jealousy
Why do you fill me up?
When I see her
The poison in my brain
The cogs in my heart that
Roll and fight-that’s you
Hey jealousy
Can you see what you’re doing?
You’re breaking me apart.
You’re holding my heart away from me
Hey jealousy
Maybe I don’t care anymore
Maybe I haven’t for a while.
You can be my best friend
Whisper in my ear
Or you could be my lover
And a sweet nothingness, to
Hide behind the smoke screen
Glory in my lack of inhibition
Nibble at my soul.
Hey jealousy
You can knock at my door
Give me flowers and
Seduce me
Blind me and take me
Tell me I can have it all
Hey jealousy
You’re the beat in my ears
The taste in my mouth
You’re my director
Who hides behind the curtain
Hey jealousy
Why do you fill me up?
When I see her
The poison in my brain
The cogs in my heart that
Roll and fight-that’s you
Hey jealousy
Can you see what you’re doing?
You’re breaking me apart.
You’re holding my heart away from me
Hey jealousy
Maybe I don’t care anymore
Maybe I haven’t for a while.
Sunday, 4 November 2012
Second Stimulus poem
This poem was inspired by the image that Liza over at Vintage Lace ( A seriously cool blog) sent to me. Its short but i hope you like it.
Thank you Liza! Sorry for the wait!
Farm
The rooster crows
The chicken lays
The farm is still
Till milking time.
I have no idea why its doing this weird underlining thing :/ But i hope you liked it!
Thank you Liza! Sorry for the wait!
Farm
The rooster crows
The chicken lays
The farm is still
Till milking time.
I have no idea why its doing this weird underlining thing :/ But i hope you liked it!
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