Monday, 29 July 2013

REd




Red earth         Red RED RED Red                 they simulate the sea     they can make you cry
no mercy          no mercy          no mercy          no mercy          no mercy          no mercy
the owl in the night watches       the moon and the church merge                        contemplation 
cries     no mercy          red       red       red       red       red       red       red       red  cries
She sits on the benches dreaming

Monday, 22 July 2013

I know I know








I know, I know, I know  nothingyousayisnewtome –all said in a nanosecond no pause no respite
She always knows, she always forgets                                   what is her skin made of?

I want to taste your despair                        she muses under her breath      hardly heard
A summer breeze            desiccated steps              Palm trees sweat blood and tears, they say

Monday, 15 July 2013

Ooze









            ooze    

                             wander
                                                    breathe                                silent


                                                                            shhh                                     oh    
     
                    hmmmm

                                                                                                                              
                                          hard                                    pssss                                                  oops

Saturday, 13 July 2013

One day

One day she woke up took one look at the ceiling cried for a while put her clothing in order burnt all her books and went to the bridge.


Monday, 8 July 2013

Steps


She stepped outside; the birds were singing in tongues, the flowers turned south all at once. 
She walked for miles until she found the park. 
The bench was still there. 
She felt comforted, sat down, and opened her book.
 

The fire started, she was a brilliant star shining on the streets.


Monday, 1 July 2013

Attack



She attacks her food with brio.
 Famished, she grunts and burps.
 We look at her and throw lumps of bread.
 She crawls and grasps them.
 Greeedy, we shout, she does not care.