Friday, December 28, 2007

under the street tree


under the street tree
glitter
frozen bits
of dogs pee
.
as they stick
to her little lips
smiling with
the X-mas dream
.
santa lost his way
and so also the wolf
as trees you know
don’t sprout chimneys
.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Here lies santa

dead
here lies
the 1st lie
.
the 1st bribe
putting a price
for being “good”
.
the 1st abdication
by absolute powers
of their accountability
.
the first carrot to conform
first blame on forces beyond
for dead dreams dreamt thru the year
.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

My shrink died

my shrink died
in the trench
.
fragments of
his analysis
embedded in my brain
like shrapnel
.
clawed out with
blunt needles
bleeding nails
dreams of death
.
This was triggered by an old post by Anki (http://ankinotion.blogspot.com/ ) Check her Sept 07 archive for "Case study 1515 BSC" --- Great writing!

Friday, December 14, 2007

the stage, us and the dance


we were two
in our own wombs
sitting dormant
like dressed mannequins
.
no smell of life
from this man and woman
no sound of breath
just the stillness of death
.
the throbbing of the restless soul
trapped in the hollow stage
insane with waiting for the call
to break out of this spot-lit cage
.
till the old man's worn out hands
beat the soft slow rhythm
and filtered flavoured strands of light
etching patterns on the frame
.
oh, we took life tottering steps
like dancers on swan-off legs
.
steep desire, pain and anger
on edges of sanity
licking sweet danger
.
dancing for the gods we slay
and the little demons we pray
the nests we break
the tears and joy we fake
.
the truth is the smell of sweat
of dance, swirling mist and dust
the truth is the old mans hands
the deafening silence of the band
.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Sharing

what we shared
warms the feet
with its fur
peacefully
.
while
.
what we did not share
strains to break free
almost breaking
the leash