butterfly

20 06 2008

butterfly
its fading
your smell..amongst the scents of a Taipei morning
lost
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
completely
your voice broke my heart
as i found your hands
resembling mine
too much to bear
so
dont forget us
but dont hold on
butterflies cant
be framed and dried
so fly angel
fly
~Dahmer

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headlong into wall

7 06 2008

ephemironic
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
~tartanspacejane





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
itself
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?

~Blahnik





tears for queers

25 05 2008

we cry for those who died of aids
try not to underpay our maids
lust after closeted movie stars
are seen in trendy friendly bars
but if it might harm our careers
we’ll gaily deny that we are queers

we’d like to see the streets drug-free
we’d like to buy better quality e
we think tolerance is what the world lacks
we gossip about everyone behind their backs
we join pride marches once a year
and daily deny that we are queer

Ned





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?]
~tissueissue





dark of heartness

16 05 2008

dark of heartness
orange-soft
subtle subdued,
the glow-worm light-bulb
hovers above liquid night –
magic chemicals of painted light…

captured by secret-code
a non-paper promise,
rocking raving agitating
a latent imagining… a portrait of you.

the image darkens
slowly slowly – icily
your eyes
the miniscus of a moonlit ocean,
your feverish fingertips the fishes
from
the depths of a mid-tone
grey-zone.

haunting hunting every hue,
you are a flying saucer,
a birthing, a blur of city seagulls, a
light lunar-scape
escapee…

elusive, everywhere-nowhere
in this darkroom of my
heart, you linger lying;
your hair copper-wire-enmeshed
highlighting
inspiring –

not a shadow-negative of
dis-illusion-ment…

til i focus, and reach for the cold-green
of the flourescent.

~sabre





What came from the dare

15 05 2008

You grew up in a day
and walked away,
from tongues
that lashed you
and eyes
that bore/d {into} you.

You said No!
But did Yes…
thinking it was okay,
and maybe niether,
but now i see
a decline
and your steps falter,
falling at a stranger’s feet.
Giving to a nobody,
what you should have shared
with somebody,
but its anybodys guess
where you are tonight.

Possible crumpled,
frumpled and twisted
in a lonely corner.
Its just another room
you shouldnt be in,
but choose
to roam there,
nose bleeding
heart seething.
The gifts has been pervert,
extorted and converted into…
into sad,
lost and failed.
Will you stand up for me again please?

mortal