Dampness

#6 Dampness

Can I read out these leaves before they are wetter
than this weather? This dampness of the suburbs
and the mating street dogs leave behind a subtle
distraction, our eyes can’t retract. We twitch
to every exhaust of every pollutant.

Unpopular

#5 Unpopular

Music can take me there where education couldn’t.
Well I’m more of a student than a musician,
more pale than white, immensely unpopular with
my thoughts, they are so random and incoherent,
I can barely construct an image from the residual twilight.

Craving

September 9, 2012

#4 Craving

Whistle past my tangible, I long to be there.
Yes and sometimes I beg for those streets, those shops,
there’s a restlessness in my bones, I shiver out of my lungs,
I need to grab a light worm, a speed worm, please
take me to your home, the photographic comfort.

Melancholy pumpkins

#3 Melancholy pumpkins

Scrap these tunes, they smell of disgusting neighbour
notes as they wait near the table. They wait forever
until no one cares, they are tired and wasted just like their
mother. They pretend that it doesn’t hurt but are
slowly gaining weight, poor melancholy pumpkins.

Rhyme for money

#2 Rhyme for money

Sometimes I rhyme for money; my kisses always
free for the open hearts. In the towers of
TV stations, my signals, weak, get caught lurking,
suspended and ignored multiple frames per second.
I don’t meet anyone these days, high and dry, almost Radiohead. 

Symptoms of growth

Seriously Unimportant Series

September 8, 2012

#1 Symptoms of growth

Here’s to the ghost of ambiguous smoke rings,
no origin of divinity but gravity of swollen eyelids,
masturbating beyond recognition, the idle days
of early, mossy adulthood, greener than the slippery
exchange of stones, partly under construction.