Tuesday, December 14, 2010
for bedtime story
Leda was admired by Zeus, who seduced her in the guise of a swan. As a swan, Zeus fell into her arms for protection from a pursuing eagle. Their consummation, on the same night as Leda lay with her husband, Tyndareus, resulted in two eggs from which hatched Helen — later known as the beautiful. A shepherd found the egg and gave it to Leda, who carefully kept it in a chest until the egg hatched. When the egg hatched, Leda adopted Helen as her daughter. Zeus also commemorated the birth of Helen by creating the constellation Cygnus the Swan, in the sky.
Monday, December 13, 2010
The man
At least one assumed it was a man, it was difficult to say
As this person Was nameless. Faceless
And he had a birdcage for a torso
The birdcage rested lightly on the mans lap which was revealed only through the velvet blue cloak that covered his face and shoulders. His legs were still and he wore slippers that touched the sand.
Inside the birdcage, 2 turtle doves
The Woman,
She tumbled from the overhead clouds hanging upside down by her neck that poked through the azure sky that her blonde locks touched the rooftops of the city made of glass eventually made its way to the sea and made a gigantic whirlpool in the salty waters as dolphins pirouette, hallucinate in the mirrors of her eyes shining bright and silver reflecting all of man’s disasters
The doves were first to feel the tremble as the wave reared its head and came crashing in cry a coo..... to her cry.......
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
The Swan
and a train that trailed behind her as she walked.
Kneeling down on the rocks at the banks of the lake she took her place carefully
as her red dress settled around her like blood.
In her red hair was pinned a red flower and her pale bare shoulders
shimmered in the sunlight.
She knelt over the edge of the lake
and gazed across the soft surface.
A swan swam past.
The beak was the same colour as her dress and the swan,
it could smell her desire.
The lady in red, she wanted to eat the swan.
Perhaps she wanted to fuck it also.
But only once she had gouged out its eyes. Plucking it from the lake
she would kiss the swan tentatively and it would kiss her back.
Stabbing its beak into her eyes that her eyeball
would shatter and splinter into millions of planets
and form an entire galaxy.
She could imagine wrapping its long neck
around her body and wearing it extravagantly.
Draped over her red dress in swan skin.
Together they would ride on top of the lake and orgasm silmutaneously.
She leaned her face down a little closer. By now,
her face was a few short centimetres away from the water.
Evidently she saw her own reflection.
The soft ripples in the water did not deter her beauty.
The pair of almond eyes, her alabaster skin
stared back at her.
Pulling the eyes away from her own reflection
momentarily she gazed up at the swan.
She reached her arm out
The swan swam closer
and then moved away
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
What you saw then. Is what I see now
Nothing left to conceal
Softened by the forced
I want to find your back
I know you will not wait
Not even now.
I leave you to your
Sunday, May 24, 2009
The irony is.
I’m almost there. But not quite ready
And I’ll probably never see you again
"Are u seeing anyone" I ask casually
while my left eye twitches rapidly
You squirm and I stare.
And I feel my blood spin rapid
& Your silence says it all.
And the fact that I too have fucked another
becomes somehow
insignificant in the face
of your infidelities.
That are not really infidelities
Because Technically
We are no longer bound to
one another.
But you know your heart
belongs to Me Still.
So surely that means your
legs and your perfect arms
& your complex mind
Until the day
Your genitals are mine
Again too
I start to rant a little.
Something about moving to Mars
& you sit there
still and composed.
Like the time
I smashed beer
on the floor
& the dogs
started chewing
the glass.
I cut up my feet
You watched
me weep
Felt like a mental housewife
Broom. Sweep
To stay indoors and slit my wrists
or go outside and smoke cigarettes
In these modern times
you are more resilient.
I romanticize.
Fantasize You.
Romeo. Me, Juliet
Fucked up. Cut up.
Plagued Lovers
To have ‘a good time’
in the momen
that’s where
the denial &
compartmentalizing
Desiring & lying
comes in.
Fearless & stupid
&irresponsible
It set the tone
in many ways
for mixed up
troubled up
fucked up love.
And if the day came
that I got word
that you marry
a French girl
& have French kids
Who purr of airbrushed existence
You know I’ll surely kill
her
& Can our lives
be same again?
Sane again
or have we
just turned each
other insane
with the pain
Shame.
You think that
I am gone &
You are gone,
& we are gone
But I don’t want
You
To leave me
alone
forever
Because Its You
Who told
Me
Truth is beauty
& the truth is ugly
& the truth is
baby
At least We’re not
dull