waiter there’s a fly in my soup

13 11 2008

im alone
in the restaurant of eternal damnedness
it came recommended

i like stand up comedy
not being stood up
maybe they got the print wrong in the lonely hearts column
damned editors with high blood pressures.

ill have the wine

“and will you be dining alone?”
hmmm…lets see, no get me a pina colada
my other personality likes things fruity.

the redhead arrives and i drink from her bosom generously
dark, sensual with a twist of frankly i dont give a fck.
the way i like it.

iLL have the soup
danke schon mein liebe

music arrives
the violin player
pouring some fckin tabasco on my licked wounds
yes yes… lovely now fck off

the soup
the chicken noodle

“waiter” i mumble
“yes madam?”
there is a fly in my soup

No no…please accept with our commiserations

the redhead winks as i grabble for her comforts
who said nothing in life was for free.



sweet dreams are made of these?

27 08 2008

do you dream in colour
in the boxland of dreams
do you run free
of hate, lust, deception
and lie next to the river of boundless truth
do you see yourself in the mirrored water
hair flowing free
with daisies locked in the locks
locked behind closed eyes and lids

do you run barefoot in the grass in your head
and sing and twirl
a place where the monsters come and chase you
till you scream and cry and claw and die
only to be rescued by the fairytale princess
with the magic wand

do you dream in colour when you betray your wife
and turn into a goblin
and sell golden dust

do you dream
at all
at night


dont speak

17 07 2008

dont speak
she sings
i know just what you saying
so please stop explaining

and i dont want to hear it
the words
the tired old tune
running barefoot in the field in my head

i want to carry on painting my picture
in seventh heaven bliss
where the real world is obscured by my canvass
and the music is dark goth
and i prance around in pink and black frilly things
just being me

instead i have to be here and listen to the silly empty words of how today can be the first day of my life
leave me alone
to paint and prance
and yell inside my head
2moro will drift past and ill jump on the rollercoaster again
and ride with you into the sunset

but for today
my heart bleeds on the canvass
i am mad and tired
and confused and just weird in my head



20 06 2008

its fading
your smell..amongst the scents of a Taipei morning
the moment
i shouldve left the car
but the sun got caught in your hair
bright red
nothing else mattered
no tomorrow

morals faded
my face in your hands
for that moment i was yours
your voice broke my heart
as i found your hands
resembling mine
too much to bear
dont forget us
but dont hold on
butterflies cant
be framed and dried
so fly angel

headlong into wall

7 06 2008

power headlong into wall
fresh stitches where the wounds were grave
their fingernails tore through my skin and
into heart I cannot block the blows that fall
too busy brunching with the enemy power headlong
into wall new scars will liven up my soul
with holes just like an antique sieve where
love escapes into the air and patience
trickles as if I retain the peace of mind
that wont belong inside me once I turn and
walk away power headlong into wall a subtle
ending to this fall with complex twists
just like a song by Rodrigues or Elton John
which has been copied from my head and pasted
in a bank account to fill a void for someone
else a stranger who has bled me dry power
headlong into wall there is nobody else to
call my batteries have just run out and
no-one sells them anymore power headlong
into wall

the myth of jackie

1 06 2008

the myth of jackie
the green grass and fat trees and your sad drunk eye on me
how we pass in flashes
the burning snapshots in my backrooms
and the unbearably thick smoke
hiding my sluggish heart
how seductive they are those strings of smoke
like endless printouts reflected in my shifting eyes
tracing you as if i could really see you that way
in the backlit outlines of a passion
a longing
funerals & tragedy
my myth in full view within that bulky snap of the shutter
doors opening light in
your brilliant shape burning through my screens
and that safety lock around your finger with its golden ray like a power current
into the backbone of my fear
my mechanical close-down shining beautifully and just and closing
us right down into the backwater of my dreams of green green grass and fat
full trees
and your soft beauty inside-out with your faraway sadness which
i want to revive and mend
if only i could trust my eyes and hands
to be gentle and sure on you
and not melt away in the din
in this poem
my face looking at itself
its own breathtaking myth of truth & beauty exposed and projected onto
like a circular plot traced in its own ink
waiting for you to fill it conduct it
counter it

will you come
and who will you be?


ek, altyd ek

18 05 2008

ek, altyd ek
ek wens ek kon myself ‘n trophy gee
vir kak poetry en liefhe met my hele hart
ek wens ek kon al my foute uitvee
en net al jou seer uitvryf en al jou smart wegvat
ag tog ek like nie die ek wat ek is nie
ek wil jou net liefhe
is dt te veel gevra?

ek voel nog jou vuis in my lyf
ek voel nog jou mond op myne
ek proe jou trane op my lippe
en jou vrouwees op my tong
erens tussen my en jou
is alles waarvoor ek rou
en alles wat ek besit
en niks wat ek is
en alles is niks
is dit nie?

[hoe kan ek 14 keer ek se en al wat my hart klop is jy?]