Thursday, September 29, 2011

nothing more

is it true
that it all comes out in the wash
at the end of the day ?
when all are sad and dun ?
johnny screams : i can´t wait that long
wait or not, is her response
the measured steps of time
follow one another like days and years
all i want
he gritting his teeth, suppliant, defiant, stammering
is certainty
she says, you´re on your own now boy
like always
eat of the tree
look at the world, its smoke and mirrors
he hurls his glass against the wall
she : yes, feel your strength
and your weaknesses
there is nothing more

Sunday, September 18, 2011

salt sea mamma

a motorboat along the line
between sea and sky
sun sprinkles silver and white
into a murky green sea
waves riding in eagerly

had too much of numbers, taxes, calculation, equity,
balance sheets, distribution, cheques, payments, percentages, loans, rates

i unclasp her bra
baby seal, my head bobbing
mouth finds the nipple
salt sea mamma will suckle me
and all will turn to the best