2008/9

between one
on
this side
and another
on
the other side
.
blink
.
just
a
blink

?

so said the woman---5

pain dissolves
like virgin dew
in sunrise
with your tender touch
.
the wandering breeze
is trapped in a basket
of strands of joy & guilt
interlocked and woven tight
.
inhibitions drop
like early autumn leaves
still a bit fleshy
patchy with colours
.
mind confused
body denied
soul hungry

.
why ?
why not?

?

sing

sing my mocking bird
sing till you die
clenching your eyes shut
just so you cant see
.
the songs lie trapped
in the labyrinth of your mind
its echos basting holes
even before the shrapnel found the skull
.
sing my mocking bird
sing as you lie
all is well and good

the world is the way it should

.

right now

like
the running spider
trapped by
a piece of cloth
soaked in kerosene
thrown over it

.
the mind is numb
waiting for the
burning matchstick
to strike