Monday 29 April 2013

Too Young the Witness


I remember too well,
the smell of the fresh cut grass,
the flickering of the sunlight
as it moves behind the treetops,
the black roof tiles hot under my bare feet,
the beat of my heart—boom, boom.

I was too small to be noticed,
too quiet too be heard
but I eavesdropped from above.
Little words, little movements
didn’t turn my gaze from the sun
as she smiled down on me,
lifting me towards her bosom
and warming me in her arms.

Until clouds parted us and the sky turned gray.
Suddenly cold, suddenly noticing
the mood in the air had changed.
From below me I heard their words
turn loud and violent,
their movements abrupt and irate,
their faces from love to hate,
like a hammer against glass as it breaks—boom, boom.

My eyes dilated at the sight.
I stumbled as I reversed my steps,
diving back through the window I came.
I ran to my bed, pulled the covers up
and squeezed my eyelids closed.
Disappear, disappear stupid memory,
but the image replayed again and again
like a broken movie projector in my mind,
with the sound echoing in my ears—boom, boom.

The grip of his fist,
the red in her eyes,
the fire igniting rage.
Too soon the victor, who held the rod,
put the other in their grave.
Haunting me the rest of my days.
Boom, boom.

Monday 22 April 2013

Envy Consumes


Something green,
like envy clawing,
gripping at my neck,
placing his bet
against me.
It’s eyes grow dark
to depth of night
as they pierce
like cold knives
through my skin.
Penetrate the innocence within.
Ripping at what’s left,
my red beating chest
from coal to ashes.
Dust.
Empty cave,
fills with rage.
Having everything is never enough.

Sunday 14 April 2013

Slowly but Surely


The agony of your stare is padlocked.
I search the corners of your eyes for a weak spot
but the layers of encryption are tangled,
like puzzle box pieces before I lay them in place.
How shall I crack this code?
One by one, layer by layer—
stealthily creep in through the depths of your soul
until I reach its core.
What secrets do you keep?
A list of lovers,
wrong doings you’ve failed to right.
What vaulted lies have you buried?
Eager to all knowledge know,
but content to wait until trusted with its key.

Haughty Harlot


Spiting anthologies of your past lovers demise
as the laughing twinkle in your eye shows little remorse.
It’s a puzzling connection to undertake.
You love and let die like autumn leaves,
falling tragically
until freezing ground brittles and breaks their thin spine.
There is nothing warm or cunning in the nature of your tone
and I wonder how these flawless men unequivocally choose you.
In that case, I mustn’t call them “men” at all but boys,
for they are as silly and fickle as a grade school crush.
Yearning to seek your approval
as your Gemini mind changes the rules of every game you play.
While I watch enviously
as each lovers’ tower climbing quest for your heart
plunges them to death, as your chuckle echoes in the night.
What satisfaction do you receive?
Adding each lusting man to your list,
while the ladies in waiting pick off the scraps.

Sunday 7 April 2013

Beginning of the End


Reap the warning of my call
I am no lady, thin and tall
Crossing blades with lovers’ fate
Standing back to excavate
What was left within will die
Siren words of my lullaby
Rock you gently as you squirm
Breath of death my lips fortune  
Say goodbye, fair hunter’s friends
Kiss of love to be his end.