Tag: Poetry

I could be the c r e a t u r e who picks you upIf you were a princess and such. Shot Straight Up! Through curly cloudSuch a spectacle, such a crowd. My feet and hand expand, arms and legs lengthen Doubling, Tripling, Growing: I strengthen. Each ligament now longer! Each muscle much stronger. While [...]

Sea Otters hold paws before bed, so that we don’t drift apartupon the ocean of our dreams. We find a shared tide, turn onto our backs, wrap ourselves snugly in the common undertow; pause together in the moving stillness of floating. The sea is dimpled with rain, each globule a galaxy, wet stars soaking into our [...]

I came home last night smelling of cigarettes and beer, of a dingy pub and club with dirty toilets, heavy air and a middle-aged woman trying to be twenty for a night (for a kiss). It was hot as a factory or a sordid city in the centre of a crowd that banged their heads [...]

i want to signify experience. :) show it’s significant. use signs to transform transient to permanent art forms. speak storms. dance meaning into void devoid of human language. don’t use the word ‘just’ around me. i’m busy painting the big bang speaking to itself.

Revolution is a commodity informally worn commercially torn t-shirts forlorn converts materialist ideology imperialist chronology crowds in the high street fleetingly emulating elite cheap trappings of success defined possess social regress flaunting uninformed uniform dress sense public spaces expensive normalised iconic faces haunting generation ideas wanting status quo stasis

A liberal is a hypocrite, she is not fit for this fight. She be a capitalist, a beneficiary who insists on passive equality.   Mrs Verwoerd says “she is sly”, while cocking one eye to the sky, “obvious immorality”. (Crucifix brainscrubbing is a magnificent irony.)   She is dangerous when trying to grow apart from [...]