Sunday 26 September 2010

Sonnet 03


Picture yourself now, sitting on a porch
rocking back and forth in a wooden chair.
You are not late for anything at all,
Chaos isn't there and Order is gone.
Content to sing alone starting new songs,
no-one knows a heard before sing-a-long.
Space is everywhere when we go inside
the inner outness of thinking it's there.
The man in the hat says it's just a ride,
helping us out before we hit the wall
so hard that we all end up on the lawn,
the groundskeeper witness picks up the hair.
Time you enjoy wasting, is not wasted.
When you know that you can see life, taste it.





Friday 24 September 2010

Les Grosses Bouches (in haiku series)

he went onward then
into so many pieces
just one more human
underknowledges
upperstaircase baggage claim
peeping tom's your name
assholes grow on trees
and ive got to trim the leaves
and i am afraid
theres no piece of shit
like all those other big shits
smelling up the room
complainers complain
complimenting wasted space
combining stupids
just let it all go
shut your mouth and walk away
that would make my day
i can thank the air
for always giving me life
always when in need
grateful gestures gest
giving when it's all thats left
turns the world indeed

Wednesday 22 September 2010

wordword, word, from horses to porches


him say
say mouth
mouth shut
shut down
down talk
talk town
town folks
folks group
group well
well not
not know
know some
some show
show more
more sores
sores heal
heal feel real
ear like
like sound
sound off
off ground
ground head
head found
found out
out said
said he
he sways
sways lame
lame horses
horses tames
tames porches
porches speed
speed free
free we bleed
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the september sky (in haiku series)

if you could only
see my insatiable moonlight
interference sky
the way that it shines
through the clouds into my eye
while i stare and sigh
the wind carries me
through my tranquil neighbourhood
like leaves in the breeze
fall is here so quick
but the warmth shall soon remain
constant in its frame

la lune m'a guidée là où je n'ai jamais marché. Ensuite elle m'a raccompagner jusqu'à ma demeure. Nuit n'oublie pas de m'apporter ton conseil, avec impatience j'attendrai, demain, à la première heure.
Sawe

Tuesday 7 September 2010

September (in haiku series)


on and off again
everywhere lightning flashes
the warmth of Summer

such soft Rain quenches
Streets thirsty dull dry dusty
soak up the water

the City drinks all
the sweet Clouds have to offer
and sigh with relief

Fall will fall in time
like the leaves inside our minds
thirsty forever