a discussion
a logical explanation
--and if that´s not what I feel ?
springloaded rationality counters at once
take two steps to the left, turn
and jump !
infallible
if you believe
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
NO PLACE
no foot to stand on
grabbing at the ropes
ocean churning and swelling
opening ravenous maws
my song is the sea
in every motion of her body
my song is at sea
with no ground
with no footing
and no bottom
grabbing at the ropes
ocean churning and swelling
opening ravenous maws
my song is the sea
in every motion of her body
my song is at sea
with no ground
with no footing
and no bottom
Saturday, July 25, 2015
WHAT´S IT LIKE LIVING WITH GEORGE ?
he´s a man without contours
a man of just corners
no fluidity
just knots of barbed wire
is this because of some great injustice
wreaked upon him ?
no
it´s just george´s way of expressing
himself
of dramatising his little problems
yapping and giving out little cries
george suffers from absence
george is not there when he is here
when recalled, when one insists that he
turn up,
a maudlin prisoner shuffles up
or an old queen in a pique pouting
petrified in painted styles
george misses his mummy
but that´s so many long years back now
lord have mercy on george
lord grant that he may take himself up
Friday, July 10, 2015
hot nights in the future
and it could so be
sometime in the red-pillared room
grimly sadly sweetly a hospital bed
and up on the night terrace
sun lotion, grill smells, perfume
waft up salty cloying his nostrils
he rides his forefinger over a well-clipped moustache
then howling at the wind and coughing and crying
he screams and hollers
like there is no tomorrow
sometime in the red-pillared room
grimly sadly sweetly a hospital bed
and up on the night terrace
sun lotion, grill smells, perfume
waft up salty cloying his nostrils
he rides his forefinger over a well-clipped moustache
then howling at the wind and coughing and crying
he screams and hollers
like there is no tomorrow
Thursday, February 19, 2015
ALMOST 60 YEARS OLD
these many years are flown
i still know nothing
about me
about the world
certainty about the world is clearly impossible
but knowing who i am
what i feel
that should somehow be possible
i am scared
scared of nothing
scared of everything
i still know nothing
about me
about the world
certainty about the world is clearly impossible
but knowing who i am
what i feel
that should somehow be possible
i am scared
scared of nothing
scared of everything
Saturday, January 03, 2015
the drunken cousin
these voices in my head
none of them speak my language
all of the voices in my head
from my childhood
growing up
from my adult life
we don´t connect
and i sit stubborn
shivering cold
the drunken cousin
in the corner
none of them speak my language
all of the voices in my head
from my childhood
growing up
from my adult life
we don´t connect
and i sit stubborn
shivering cold
the drunken cousin
in the corner
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
MORAL PHILOSOPHY
and what is this screaming inside my head ?
what does it mean ?
pain ?
learnt behaviour ?
and, if learnt behaviour, then why ?
because of pain ?
because of this mix
of pain, depression
with a dull contentedness
self-satisfaction
happiness
moral philosophy is beyond me !
what does it mean ?
pain ?
learnt behaviour ?
and, if learnt behaviour, then why ?
because of pain ?
because of this mix
of pain, depression
with a dull contentedness
self-satisfaction
happiness
moral philosophy is beyond me !
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