Friday, July 8, 2011


(Written July 6, 2011, at 5:10 am.)

I breathe in the vapours of a nicotine stick,
You breathe in the vapours of a crazy chick.
I reach out in darkness for your salty skin,
You rise in me from deep within.

I touch your life or so I think,
You bring me to ecstacy's final brink.
I grab for the fading whispers of you,
You're gone before I ever knew...


(Written July 6, 2011, at 5:07 am.)

With the kiss of your mouth on my ruined lips,
And the touch of your tongue on my broken heart,
I swallow life's final venomous sips,
As your infinite love and I finally part.


(Written July 6, 2011, at 5:06 am.)

It's an exquisite sound to hear the paper crackle and burn,
As I suck in what I hope will be my last breath.
It's an exquisite pain to feel the earth slowly turn,
As I feel in every moment what I hope will be my last death.


(Written July 6, 2011, at 5:01 am.)

And as I breathe each burning breath, the cigarette dies, and I live some more.
And all the pieces of love I have in store
Are covered in dust and a neverending goodbye.
So I breathe each burning breath and I sigh
To say you were once mine
And I was once thine,
And there ended a story of untrue love,
And there I began to fade into the heavens above.

With your fingers on my skin I came to a faltering life,
And with your fingers on another, I came to a faltering death.
And so I breathe, and breathe deep,
And wait for the smoking, burning, burning death.


(Written July 6, 2011, at 4:55 am.)

i'm going to walk
into [his] wedding
and [someday into his] wedding
and smile
until my jaw gives way
and crumbles
maybe then, then the rest of me will crumble will, too
and i will be one with the earth
that will soon be one with the sun
and i will go up in a flame of love
smouldering in pain and a final cry of lust
and the smoke will be final sign
of all i once felt
and all that i never will again

swallowed whole in a gulp of non-existence
and vanquished
in the names of those i cannot forget


(Written July 3, 2011, at 10:31 pm.)

There's something in the air tonight.
The stars are out of sight,
Shrouded by clouds.
Malbec and Marlboro,
My favourite M&M.
Is someone watching me?
Can anyone read the thoughts
Of a shattered soul
Peeking through an empty face?

In Conversation with a Friend (1)

In Conversation with a Friend (1)
(Written in the course of a WhatsApp chat on June 18, 2011, around 1:00 am.)

Sound blocks thought, and thought blocks action,
Action is life's painfullest fraction.
Silence weighs heavy like lead on a vein,
And veins, when cut, can cut the pain.

Much TV to be watched, much brain to be ground,
Much love to be missed, much pain to be found.
Much Maggi to be eaten, much alcohol to be drank,
Much life to be forgiven, much death to be thanked.
Much red in my eyes, much black in my thought,
Much redness and blackness to be valiantly fought.
Much red in my thought, much black in my eyes,
Much blackness and redness in swallowed cries.

So many words, and yet not enough,
Poetry's most blasphemous bluff.
So many words, most kind, some rough,
So much life, all taut, all tough.
So many things and so much stuff,
Death bleached off life's white cuff.

Risking a fall is for those on the mound.
What fall to risk for those underground?

As much can be hidden as can fit in the soul.
Even light can't escape a blackhole.

5 more bottles and a carton to go,
A future to shed and a past to grow.
A present to wither and a moment to die,
A forever to be and a never to lie.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Rain (2)

Rain (2)
(Written June 17, 2011, 6:27 pm.)

I want lightning, I want thunder,
I want rain and wish and wonder.

I want drops of hollow love,
To crash and pillage and plunder.

I want soggy, drenched hearts
To unbreak in blissful blunder.

I want the watered blue of you
To swallow me torn asunder.


(Written June 11, 2011, around 6:00 pm.)

And suddenly,
I became aware of the rain on my own face.
A drop on my cheek,
A drop on my lip.
And I thought...
Would you even notice?
Would I be beautiful to you in the rain?
Was I ever?
Does a raindrop on my lip mean anything to you?
What about a raindrop on hers?