26/03/2012

μοιχαλίδα (adulteress)

I used to watch her make love to the holes in the sky; like a gymnast
she’d jump from cloud to cloud, my beautiful amber clad adulteress. and
when her love finally imploded, she laid her head upon my knee and died.

18/03/2012

Water

golden knights whisper me inbetween my sheets, to sleep,
without a reason as to why I couldn’t be conscious
before I could ask, I am gagged and restrained, and
thrown into the lake like a unwanted child. I fight the tide
but the mermaids drag me under, into the sapphire silence
to live eternally in predetermined angerless indifference.

15/03/2012

Love, and Nothing

windows move in squares of automatic dejection
curtains close and open; shatter and mend
invading stripped couches and his fatigued eyes
and when the brickwork casts a hostile silhouette
of the misery of their phases, his moon will eclipse

faces dissolve into one another, oblivious and serene
planning the annihilation of their seeping integrity –
soon, his hands will be bloodied with pale conquest
and the skin of his victims will become immortal
as patchwork across his arms, no longer a glassed human

smoke screen children would look on with inflated sighs
and dolls and cars will whirlpool in unison; in struggle
as murderers don masks and penetrate their tiny orifices
but all I see is my beautiful beloved removing his clothes
I watch as he drifts, he tells me to be still, to love

but I cannot move from searing fatigue, movement
is a delinquency, and I apologise and plead but he fades
away with my translucent affection. whenever an ending
dawned I would look away and plaster myself onto the wall
until the beginning, until it started over again, until, until.

12/03/2012

there was no sky

there was no sky; only infinite layers of blackness
the universe had swallowed itself whole, her
blue and green pretence lay in shreds at my feet
which dissolved at my touch. the ground was

a dreary grey, and whenever I would glance down
it would fade with a blink. until there was nothing
left to hold me in place but ribbons of practicality
I didn’t want suspension, I wanted for everything

to return to where it had been. as if the air had heard
my pleas, it constricted like a vice, with dense retaliation
my lungs didn’t care, neither did my soul. then the ground
shifted, and I was plunged into an ocean of nothing.

09/03/2012

Bang, Bang, Bang

would you mind if I made you swallow my fist?
you were never good for anything but your guilt

take me to where you kill lovers, show me their
flesh eaten faces. your lucidity burns my irises

then, darkness. have you ever imagined burning
me alive? do my words build pillars in your hell?

I have a bullet with your name on it and a kiss
to imprint onto your spine. bang, bang, bang.