Friday, 4 March 2011

Novocain

Beauty
Like a needle
Pricks its pictures in ruby blood

You'd wonder
How
More than half of this world
Die without knowing
The pain
       The love
             The beauty
That life
Drips endlessly
Like a leaky tap
On our crowded days.

A world
On a megadose
Of Novocain

Numb.

Endlessly

Between the storm of desire
And the calm abyss of renunciation
My boat rocks endlessly

Friday, 5 March 2010

... koi naam na do

I cannot read the words written on your lips
My lips are not young enough to touch them

I can hear the songs that come through your throat
But my ears cannot lay themselves on your chest where they come from

The digits that type out the searing lines
Are too tender for me hold to my Corinthian ribs

The eyes that seek out fresh and fair flesh
Are not for me to practice my backstrokes in


Diaphanous impregnable wall of almost two decades
Is our cautious chaperone on this long prom night

We just send words up in the ether
That fall on each other
      in
   a
       broken
  rhythm

And I worry if somebody puts a name to it