Sunday, August 24, 2014


I lie awake for seven nights
Running a knife over myself

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Birth of Child

A bit of the savage stayed with me
And I gave myself to you
This circularity led to love
Which lasted as long it could be.

The savagery now birthed
Twice in three years
A set of sons who ravage
Your breast to be.

My love shall know blood
When all will be new again
This circle of a circle
Will know no end
With time as witness
The savage will live.

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Desert Love

Our love is bound by chasms
Silted with shadows
In parts horological
And parts foibles.

You will be my ruin
And yours, I.

In this circle of time
Wilting flowers 
And desert rhymes
Will descend lovingly
On our entangled flesh.

Only in death
Can lovers unite
When flesh corrodes flesh
Can lovers smile.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Sunny Days in Hell

Them little girls with little black eyes
Gazing mutely at thin scarred thighs
Walking past old church gates
Burnt passed tumbling rickety fates.

To try and smile is failing endeavor
Small legs open in prised surrender
I am their Daddy, I am the Lover
With our history, I may be the Brother.

Rage and rape go well together
Not bleeding menstrual little ones
Poke in some rump and feather
Chew those bony sugary buns.

Echoes of muffled cries finally stop
Bodies limp bloodied and bruised
Sooty tears and I push over the top
Must live some more my destiny mused.

Tuesday, January 22, 2013


To be accused of destruction
Of the topmost layer of soil
while sowing a seed,
is to be truly misunderstood.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012


You must read more before you choose to strike me down. Otherwise, I will exist, in corners of your mind, and in rooms of mine. It is the only weapon you have against me, to absorb whole length sentences like walls of the ocean bed, indescribably muted. The floor of the ocean is where I learnt to walk, a place where many seas met, merging amniotic fluids with memory, gene upon gene. That is the violence that bought me to you. The violence of birth and the greater violence of living it. I never wanted to live, to breathe, as insignificance does but I was born and hence, I must endure it.

Endurance is a complex word, it does not betray emotion, the only thing the word tells us that it exists to bring strength and despair together, I can endure life, perhaps even death, though I know not much of it; but you must remember me. Always, unfailingly, you must remember me and believe with all that you are, mind, body and soul, that I am there.

He looked up in the sky and saw her face in the white clouds above. She smiled and disappeared behind nothingness.And then it rained.

I look at the red lilacs strewn across the garden. They look oddly familiar. I pick one up and open its petals, revealing dark blue pollen stalks that taste like long lost honey bees. I toss it back and pick up a stalk of grass, crushing it with my forefinger. It allows me crush itself, giving up its sovereignty in the face of brute strength. We are all stalks of grass, our destinies limped by hands of  time. I crush some more of them.

I am awake for no particular reason. Our lives are fragile, we must end them in the arms of the one we love, before cracks invade everything we touch, including each other. Time takes away what never was overs, but was promised to us by genes and fables.

I think of her with my eyes closed. She comes to me instantly. I think of her smile and take in the silence that surrounds me. A brief painful terror holds me close. I open  my eyes and the world is new again.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Last Days

It would take me several days to write
A tangible account of my deadened life.

But it would be too late by then
Some days would bring a change of heart.

Is it provocative to write about death
More than to write about life?

What do you gain by reading this
In the anonymity of your room?

Are you closer to me now or
Do you now know nothing?

I will tell you a secret, regrettably so
Our lives are a mess.

End them in the arms of the one you love.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012


Do not ask me for the past
I am Theseus' ship
Rebuild and replaced everyday
Cells with their own private battles
Lilacs bursting with red drops.

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Old Stories

I'm unnecessary now
Old greying temples
Wrinkles here sores there
Lips you loved
Nails you dug
Gone now with time
Pages yellowed
Nicotine swallowed.

Monday, September 3, 2012


Let me love haltingly painfully
Like surgical instruments caught
Unaware by flowing blood.