Tuesday, July 22, 2003

IN THE ROOM
DIVIDED BY WALLS
I WAS A CHAIR
SEARCHING FOR A DESK
TO SCRIBBLE ON THE GATHERED DUST
THE STORY OF MY LIFE

NOT FOR POSTERITY
NOR PHILANTHROPY
NOR MORBID VANITY
BUT ONLY FOR MYSELF
TO READ IT TO RE-WRITE IT

AND LOOKING AT IT
KNOW AGAIN FOR THE LAST TIME
WHAT I ALREADY KNOW
THAT IT WOULD IN THE END
HAVE MADE NO DIFFERENCE

Monday, July 07, 2003


FRIEND-FROGS, ROMAN-FROGS AND COUNTRY-FROGS;
IN FACT ALL FROGS, REGARDLESS OF CASTE, CREED OR SEX:

LEND ME YOUR EARS,
BUT NONE YOUR LEGS
AND YEARS:

ON BEHALF OF OUR LEADER
WHO LOST HIS LEGS TO THE
GLUTTONY AND AVARICE OF MAN
AND DIED PREMATURELY OF SHOCK

I URGE YOU TO BE VIGILANT
AGAINST THE SCOURGE OF BEING
DECAPITATED AND PICKLED TO DEATH
TICKLING THE PALATE OF THE EFFETE HOMO SAPIENS SNOBS

PENDING EMANCIPATION FROM THIS PESTILENCE
WE MUST UNITE TO GO UNDERGROUND
AND PRACTICE OUR LUSTY GIFT FOR SYNCOPATION
INSTEAD OF IN A CHORUS, PRIVATELY
AND SOUNDLESSLY, IF POSSIBLE

OOOOOOPS! MY LEGS ......

Tuesday, July 01, 2003


SO
HAVE YOU HAD YOUR FILL AT LAST?
LISTEN:
EVEN IF YOU CAN'T --
AS COLD LIKE STONE
YOU LIE DEAD;
HOW COULD YOU BE SO MINDLESS
AS TO ALWAYS PLAY AT BEING GOD;
HOW COULD YOU NOT UNDERSTAND
THAT BY TRYING TO BE SOMEONE
WHO IS NOT
AND CANNOT BE
YOU SEALED YOUR FATE ALREADY;
THAT IN THE DANGEROUS CHARADE
OF EMULATING A NON-EXISTANT
IMPOSSIBLE CREATURE
YOU COULD BRING
UPON YOURSELF
THE ONLY LOGICAL CONCLUSION
OF ALSO
CEASING TO EXIST!

Sunday, June 29, 2003


THE TRAFFIC CAME TO A SCREECHING HALT
A LAME BEGGAR RAN FOR HIS LIFE
THE INDOLENT POLICEMAN STOPPED PICKING HIS NOSE
TO PUFF FRANTICALLY AT HIS WHISTLE
AND HUMAN VOICES MINGLED TO MAKE
A CACOPHONY OUT OF HONKING HORNS

AS TWO DOGS
ONE NEEDLESSLY FOLLOWING ANOTHER
CROSSED THE BUSY ROAD
IN SEARCH OF THEIR TAILS
TO WAG FROM THE OTHER SIDE

IN MOCK AMUSEMENT
AT THE UNCIVILISED NOISE
AND FUROR OF HUMAN ENTERPRISE

Thursday, June 26, 2003

Rainbow

RAINBOW
SPLENDOROUSLY RESPLENDENT
RISING FROM THE SWIRL
OF GUSHING WATERS
ARCHING OVER THE THUNDEROUS
WATERFALL,
DISAPPEARED, HID
BEHIND ITS INVISIBLE SOURCE

FULL OF WONDER
I STRETCHED MY ARMS
AND HOLDING IT
TO GRASP ITS REASON
AND MEANING AND MEASURE
AND BLEND AND BEAUTY OF
ITS MAGNIFICENT COLOURS

FORCIBLY UNBENT IT
AND QUICKLY, LAMENTABLY
LOST ITS MAGIC

Wednesday, June 25, 2003

Behind Time

I AM
BEHIND TIME

IN EVERYTHING
I THINK I WANT
TO TRY TO WISH TO DO
AND DON'T
WONDERING IF IT MATTERS
TO TIME:
IF IT IS SEEING, HEARING,
WONDERING, JUDGING.
I LIVE
OR AM I BEING
UNKNOWN TO ME
LIVED
BY LIFE
APPARENTLY PUSHING AND
DRAGGING ME
EVENTUALLY TO LEAVE ME

UNRESOLVED,
RATHER THAN DO,
I DON'T
RATHER THAN USE TIME
I STEP OUT OF IT
AND PLAINTIVELY
LET IT OVERTAKE ME
IGNORE ME

IS TIME BAFFLED
BY MY INEPTITUDE
AND CLUMSY INVOLUNTARY MOTIONS
THROUGH IT
INTO IT, OR OUT OF IT

WHAT IS TIME ANYWAY
AND FOR THAT MATTER, I?