Making his way through the idle streets of the city
He passed Starbucks, he passed The Bible Society,
He was a good-looking guy, but humble, really
His shirt was clean, his trousers ironed
But his shoes gave it away, they were grubby
He didn’t care though,
He wasn’t to impress anyone anyway
He walked across to get away from the sun
Between the strangers he raised his head
To find a girl walking in front of him
Her fingers were cherry red, holding a phone to her ear,
Next thing he noticed was her hair,
Chestnut, ringlets of sunlight dangling down her shoulders
He fell in love, in a moment, he did, he didn’t think twice
Next thing he smelled her perfume,
She was leaving a trail, inhaled it
He was a goner
Walking faster, he crossed her
No, he didn’t look back
He wanted the moment to be perfect
The moment he fell in love
He didn’t want to break it
The moment he fell in love.
In through the back door, on the couch
Scent of jasmine and lillies, perfect
Ice in the scotch chinked a tune
Approached her on the blacony, unchecked
My hand on her shoulder, smiled back, a sign
Eyes wandered to the fabric, divine
Met my gaze, whet my thoughts, ardour
Our drinks can wait, would her spouse ? Torpor
Before the fire, on the rug
Yearn caught on fire, in veins, start a chug
Her shiver, her breathe, her sweat, glisten
Dancing to the Howlin’ Wolf, prefect rythm
Thrust, unite, firm grip,
Ecstacy, procurement, bodies drip
The ice melted, the jasmine slept,
My smell lingers on her, crept up in her bed
Backdoor alarm, time to go
Society asleep, blind, rooster crow,
Only she will know.
Life was reduced to grey ashes being dusted in a silver ashtray.
Life was reduced to a few gulps of beer after work.
It was reduced to a sense of something that meant nothing to many
a nothing I looked forward to.
The beauty of it was underrated
the meaning lost in senseless attempts for explanation.
It was tempting to think of what could happen
if I let it happen.
Everything at the tip of my fingers
and I keep letting it slip away…
as if writing about it would bring some of it back
I gain a little of what I lost
before letting go again
in a twirl of thoughts coming and going
reminding me to loosen the grip even more.
She was the ginger he liked from school
She was insecure, but acted kinda cool
And he, a self-crowned king, who didn’t rule
He watched her ride her bike everyday
Her summer dress swaying in the air
While he sat on his car and smoked as he dreamt
Swimming in the lake on a summer noon
There she was beside him, ginger June
He blinked and she was gone, than he dreamt in the
She glanced at him one time, in the park
He spent a lifetime with her in a spark
That night in the dark, the king ruled
I squeezed my thighs in-between the stools
after a long struggle… I sat down.
I took out one of my Dunhills from the red, fancy box
I took out my pen and notebook.
Cigarette after cigarette and puff after puff
I wondered what would be the best poem to recite
“spoken words” they call it ( don’t ask me “who are they?”)
but mine are hidden behind a strange white fog coming out of my mouth.
No… It doesn’t rhyme
and it doesn’t really matter
The shiver must have kicked in by now
The stuttering is most probably taking place,
and the guy sitting two stools away
is worse at his words than I am.
He said he found a new job
I asked him where
he shrugged and said:
“I don’t know.”
Well, fuck you too.
I hold up my pint and take another swig,
It’s the best thing to do.
Cinnamon flavored toilet paper
Priest a rapist, lawyer viper
Smartphones, lost souls, plastic ducks
Bankers pimping your mothers bucks
Your face will be priceless
When the platypus rocks
Mass media massacre, pesticides
Suicides, rotten prides, genocides
Sodomizing terrorists, aids in the mail
My head is in orbit, your future is on sale
Well that’s it folks
You spilled all the yolks
Keep stroking the hoax
Your face will be priceless
When the platypus rocks.