Perpetual Slumber

August 11, 2007 at 1:14 am (Poetry)

In a little while I’ll be waking under my duvet,

Rubbing my face with air – condition chilled hands,

Checking the time with one eye shut

And twisting the button of my alarm clock

With the fingers of my invisible hand,

Looking for a way I can steer the night back.

 

It seems I have the “hate – to – wake – up” disease

Again, an outbreak of that plague

Celebrated by the cracked lips

And dry breath of a thousand dreamless dreams –

About a tangerine griffin and aluminum table tops,

A sunset and a bottle of cabernet sauvignon.

 

It’s the kind of conceptual delusion

That makes your reflection into strangers,

That makes tawny cushions look like Rip van Winkle

With pomegranate seeds. With Robin’s Nest Blue

Easter eggs for ears and a hat shaped like a conical lamp

Pointing to the sky.

 

In a little while the duvet will

Almost have me convinced,

That I am dreaming something eccentric,

Something to do with “inspiration” and “imagination”

Instead of flight and fright into

A nightmare so deep,

It has no floor,

Only signs that tell you what direction

You are dreaming to: FANTASY, REALITY,

HORROR, COMEDY – Can you see me,

Can you see me pushing past?

With my head up on the pillow

Between the sandman and a fellow

I am decided –

Decided that the desire to slumber

Is far, far stronger than the desire to arise.

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Fast Lane

August 11, 2007 at 1:11 am (Poetry)

Sleeping pills on the bottom of the floor

And newspaper clippings lie rotting on the desk

The kettle is shrieking

It’s three a.m.

And the cold sweat of insomnia runs to the hem of my shirt

Bloodshot eyes lay staring back

On the edge of the rusted mirror on the bathroom ceiling

Glistening like the powder of crystal meth

I’m spiraling down on habits

But it all doesn’t matter

I can’t keep on like this

None of us were humans in the first place

There’s no need to pretend anymore.

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Foolish

December 3, 2006 at 11:36 am (Poetry)

You’re foolish

Make up your mind

Come to me, cry on me

So I can say goodbye.

You love me,

Come fight me.

Make up your mind.

Don’t cry for me

Don’t be silly.

Make up your mind.

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Parallel

November 10, 2006 at 1:19 pm (Poetry)

It Stung

Blessedly cold,

Goosebumps rode my skin

Till there was not a smooth patch left

Sitting,

Lying on the rail deck

With the world overhead

I think of you

And wish you were beside me –

In that instance,

My parallel worlds collided

And you were…

You were lying right beside me.

Caressing my skin,

Blowing butterflies on my cheek

Till I was rendered silent,

Gazing into your eyes.

I close my own,

Aimed my heart above the cloud’s horizon

To fade on that line

Where twilight sky kisses the ocean floor

And to smile,

Because there’s no one else

I’d rather be with.

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Sea Monkeys

November 10, 2006 at 1:19 pm (Poetry)

From the crags of the woody pier planks

Looks up,

Curious brown faces.

Their everyday balances

On the sights and sounds of the nosy, noisy fishing wharf.

Come daylight parade like peacocks

Running to and fro

Swimming, jumping about

Frolicking under the browbeating sun

Eye – lighting a passenger crowd

They turn tricks and dance

Reduced to show monkeys

Sea monkeys on deck

Whose little brown curious faces

Dots the pierline shore

Such is entertainment in the Port Culasi

Whose boundary meets the rim of the sea

Where children,

Curious little brown faces –

Sea monkeys

Pop up and dance

Like animals in a circus.

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Lighthouse

November 10, 2006 at 1:16 pm (Poetry)

4 turns

360° revolution

Standing north by northwest

40,000 m above sea level

On vertical and craggy

Mildew – colored rocks

15 story levels

Octagonal in shape

The lighthouse is alone

Blinking its salvation

… And yearning.

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Top

November 10, 2006 at 1:10 pm (Poetry)

Strong wind,

Hurricane.

Full moon,

Enchanting.

Standing starboard on the bridge railing,

I drop…

Flying on top of the world.

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Cursing Stars

October 20, 2006 at 4:13 pm (Poetry)

You broke my heart to pieces

Yet still I turned away

 It was only when the girls called me: “Idiot”

That I finally realized I was,

For still hanging over you.

There was nothing between us

Everyone knew but the people involved

They made a story out of it too, I’d say

Whispering in the hall, no;

They all but looked away.

I had to face the fact

That you never cared at all

That all those words once you said

Were nothing, nothing but lies…

I can see them in people’s eyes.

So I hung my head

And washed away my salty tears

It took me long, it took me hard

But I did… I fought and I did.

And I was alright.

I didn’t curse, I didn’t cry

Just picked up things and said goodbye

I never thought I’d see the day

When you’d ever cross my way again

If only to apologize.

I wanted to stay strong

But I broke. You broke me.

But I promised, and I’ll stick to it

 

I’m not going back to cursing stars

Just because of you.

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Stranger

September 12, 2006 at 9:40 am (Poetry)

I wish you were a stranger

Then I wouldn’t bleed so much

Every time I see you

Or cry, every time I touch you.

I wish you were a stranger

At least then

I could pretend that you were never there,

Instead of it being a reality.

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Show

September 12, 2006 at 9:39 am (Poetry)

Curtain call in three minutes

And the crew is all set

The stage is decked in bows of tears

And conspiracy and laughter

Voices loud enough, cacophonies to the balcony

And the faux diamond encrusted chandelier

The star weeps backstage

Curled up in a ball

Behind the crimson draperies

Crying, moaning

And nobody hears.

Her body is weak, skeleton and broken

With bones through her skin

And the remnants of make up on her face

Her costume of innocence

Garbed in the pink frilly dress of a young girl,

Carefree and blooming

Has been crumpled to discontinuity

And is strewn through with grime,

Dust, mud.

And yet she sits

And cries

And weeps

Her body broken,

Her soul torn.

Eyes closed

And still for a moment

The moment,

She disappears.

World unfocused

She disconnects, let go and wild free

Then comes back crashing down

To the disparaging lines and circles of the earth

To the loud sounds of the crew backstage

The buzzing of the crowd outside waiting for its star

To the show and the three minute time till curtain call

To the show that must always go on.

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