Thursday, March 31, 2011


baby steps -
you say,
but life is leaps
and closing your eyes
to open them at the last moment
to see everything brilliantly

i dont know.
but i dont want to -
i want to be
unsure and alive
overbalancing and discovering what
the world looks like upside down

you dont give of yourself
to expect in turn -
you just
let go of what you need
to give someone what they

4 chase street

come again;
we can talk of symmetry
you can contradict me
and i
would be subjective
while you
would use reason.
autumn leaves lie scattered
bare branches dark against the grey sky
we sit
in our circle
of reason and rhyme-
the irrational having no place
but sitting anyway
among what we say
and what we do.
recollections of a past summer
burns like something you once said.
you are winter
cold, crisp, clean
while i watch
wrapping my thoughts around
and pulling
with all of autumn


soft sweet quick
dusk steals these shapes
speed over stones
out of breath and out of
wind snatches
soul glides to the left
flicks to the right
glow - spark somewhere
down below
i am whole
because i am not me
i am the soft sweet
quick wind
the jumbled landscape
on the edge
next to you

Saturday, January 22, 2011


what if
i didnt have restrictions
and we were
without ties
we could sleep on the beach
wake up to the sunrise
the waves
never ceasing
eat where we wanted,
were never accountable
to anyone
what if we
met later on
and dropped everything
to on a trip
across africa
and i was different,
yet the same -
you would be

Friday, January 21, 2011


bring out the evil
the unknown
the exciting

step out with
bright eyes, bright laugh
under the harsh
glow of the streetlamp
and we dissapear
into the darkness
the less you see,
the better
lit by a soft light
a fire
we are free
the less you see,
the better

when the grey dead morning
your mouth fills with bitterness
you see
get back to what you know
you are forced to discard
what you are not
the less you see,
the better


they say beauty comes from inside out -
but i dont want whats inside to come out
cuz i've been mangled by the man who was not outside my
curtain but in my cupboard
i'll consume myself with hate burning like the thoughts turning me over til i cant
sleep and i need
so i'll run and i'll wonder will i ever be beautiful and i dont mind about looks-
cuz their not what make you, its the inside and my inside is all broken
what about yours? what about yours?
why cant i have someone elses regrets, someone elses flaws

they say beauty comes from inside
out is the right way and never stop running cuz i need air and its not the man in the street
its the man in my cupboard
im almost