Zooming up to the sky,
and the fake stars
are spinning around
her blemished eyes.
She draws a giant circle
above them all,
fills it up with
the whitest white
and grayish dots.
Begging to forget
the agony of
She smiles and frisks
then frankly lies;
She flies and
falls deep in heart;
inks her soul with
and paper cuts.
Feels them all
and buries them
in sleep, in a life
“It is difficult in life to be good,
and difficult in art to portray goodness.
Perhaps we don’t
know much about
– Iris Murdoch
Live your life.
(Image: Poster for the Ballets Russes – Théatre du Châtelet, Paris 1909)
I find myself among a million non-existent lovers,
rushing to their beloved or to the rainbirds, and
I’m standing in stillness, admiring the yellow line,
minding it beneath my mind’s shutter.
Where will I stand in the next
forty eight hours?
Confessions, tears, strangers,
heartbeats – the heart hoards its beats.
Elegance, surprises, adults,
let’s go wild – in to the wild,
The moon didn’t hide that night;
the sun won’t ever hide my love,
the truth – once again –
beat the lies.
Sophia + (Vintage) Bazaar
I like this cover.
– How to unblock a mind? Help!
– Dancing around to The Ramones! May take two or three tracks but it should do the trick.
Tonight is dark yet honest.
(Image: Francis Bacon‘s Crucifixion, 1933)
I keep this “secretly/desirably” simple (make everything in past tense):
I break into the fragile snowflakes as I pass the same dodgy
mate in all his glory. I admire his reddish socks, adoring
the feather on his beige chapeau. Who bloody cares about
tonight’s full eclipse? I still worship the virgin moon
as I wander under it with scattered thoughts. I stumble
along, growling and shaking. I’m lost. I’m found. I
repeat, “but I don’t feel down.” My companion tonight
is the taxi driver from Ghana. His random smile,
his ring tone, melt my hijacked heart; rescue
me from the nonsense terms that translate
into what we both learnt as lies.
Impatient, fearless, intoxicated;
I play tonight’s song, and smile
big at our (long) overdue
To be continued…
(Photo by “Iris Schwarz“)
I just regained my sight
and saw myself floating
in between the silvery sky,
the knitted daffodils, and
the natural delights.
Eyes closed; eyes wide shut.
In the stranger’s land;
sunken in the night;
drunken in the drips;
I sweat and then smiled.
Beneath those closed eyes,
were the hot summer days,
the screaming on an old tape,
the lost Roman chain, and
an unknown tomorrow.
To be continued…