Friday, March 25, 2011

brown eyes in bar doing a mating dance

A pair of brown eyes
female and beautiful
sing siren lullabies
silently
by way of stare and flutter

and peek out from under a fringe
manicured like a millionaire's prized hedge

at

Another pair of eyes
owned by a young man who
is much taken with
the owner of said former eyes

He replies briefly with his own gaze
but realizes with shy resignation
that to compete with such visual charisma
may be folly

And so lowers his eyes
they too, brown
back to his drink and cigarettes
at least for a minute to regroup
and muster up enough
mojo to do the

mating dance again.

Monday, March 21, 2011

a fragile relationship


















Life is a whore
Fuck her and then pay
Just kidding
I adore her
I give her flowers everyday

But it's a fragile relationship
And I never quite know what she's thinking
I wake up with scars on my arms
After nights of heavy drinking

I know I didn't make the cuts
I'm too vain for mutilation
I think she slashes me while I sleep
To make me value self-preservation

And preserve myself I will
Until I have the will no more
And as long as life is free
I apologise
For calling her a whore

Thursday, March 17, 2011

I'd still rather



















I know it’s a

dirty
poisonous
stinking
harmful
expensive
self-destructive

little habit
that Ive got.

.
.
.
but I’d still rather do it

than not.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

rags























Im pre-manstrual
Its that time of the month again
Please excuse my mood swings
And my constant trips to the bathroom
My hormonal changes leave me
Unquenchably horny
with hot flushes
And liable to break down in tears for no apparent reason..

And don't try to say you sympathise because

You just wouldn't understand!


(Picture by Rhett Broadby)

Saturday, March 12, 2011

what funny old men and women listen to (beauty of the zeitgeist)

















funny old hippy man
listens to his beard and
the wispy brown curls
matted with soy curd
and wheat-grass extract
tell him to
make love to the trees
and
make peace with the earth
and
to take off his synthetic shoes
and
wriggle his toes in the dirt

while

funny old yuppie woman
listens to her blackberry and
the smooth shiny square
filled with appointments
and deadlines
tell her to
check the stock-market
and
monitor her inbox
and
to make sure she leaves work early
and
go and run on the treadmill at the gym

one day they will meet
in a demographic-neutral art gallery
make love like humans
and have a child

who will be conscientious about the environment
And pursue a job in ethical law

and in his free time
he will maintain his own blog
about the beauty of the zeitgeist
writing exclusively on his laptop

sitting cross-legged by a lake