I am walking
city gale
my eyes sting
red, my lungs
are screaming
a pack of dogs
strangers can’t see
the wind whipping
through me
killing the animal
that learnt how to love
and live in these streets
Tag Archives: 2011
city gale (12 Aug 2011)
13 Octdeath meets us (12 Aug 2011)
13 OctI know death will meet us
in various guises
like cancer
or lies
or betrayal
at night (10 Aug 2011)
13 Octat night I can hear the stream
it pulls me back
no matter where I go
in my head
in my head
there is always the swirl and froth
or languid passing
of liter and debris
everything is on a journey
over clouds, we try to fly
always the sunrise disappears
or never ends
when I leave, when I leave
I hear my thumping heart
I feel my beating head
at night
if the stream were to stop talking
the ocean would know
its death
Like this:
contract (Aug 2011)
7 OctWhat contract did your soul sign
that wanted to hurt me so much?
what love did I need
that could penetrate so deep?
Like this:
melt down (01 Aug 2011)
7 OctI stuff a scarf into my mouth
and a pillow into my face
I don’t want to alarm the neighbours
everything is wet by the end
Like this:
stranger (01 Aug 2011)
2 OctI can not lay this pain
aside
I heave and I heave
for one breath of peace
I am on the floor
beside the toilet
the full length mirror in front
and when I look at her
I am the stranger
to all that is before me
I hate (23 July 2011)
2 Octhate is a piercing word
and even though I love
you, I had to scream it
I had to – like a wave has to
disembody itself on a rock
I HATE YOU
the last time I screamed those words
was into the face of my mother
I was fifteen and
she got more churned up
than the frothing white sea
that receives me now
each wave strikes me (17 July 2011)
30 SepI ran to the edge, boulders
marking safe from peril
I slipped down the face
momentum dropping me
near the white cracks of sea
white is a colour
that looms from darkness
those fingers reach out
clawing
those hands could grab my feet
taking me
taking everything from me
I am the scream
that cannot echo
amongst the waves, sound
drowns
each wave strikes me
I feel the pull of death
Like this:
wreaked (16 July 2011)
30 Sepnowadays when I go for a run
I run to the bay
where the ships
wreaked themselves on the rocks
it was a common scene
back then, some made it
some didn’t. I wonder
when the lighthouse got built…
I run to this bay because the quarry
got shut down
and now the naked cliffs
are slightly gorged
and it feels ok to scream
sea and sky upside down (16 July 2011)
29 Septhis new heaven
bumpy and accelerated
white frothy isobars
changing like my moods
this new ocean grey and calm
or moody, what sits beneath
is above and
I forgot to let the ladder fall
land hovers
ungrounded
accumulations
waiting for gravity
to adjust
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