All entries for June 2010
June 15, 2010
Time goes slow when tick means tock,
When clanking clocks invade again,
When darkness glows, when black takes shape;
When moonbeams stick to edges.
Moments last so long when you
Are sleeping in a single bed,
Though mine has room enough for two.
When you’re in far-flung China.
Hurry back, my love – the tock
Is pestering my fortitude
(And you know that it’s weak enough
When we are forged as one).
As one! I cannot wait for it!
So learn yourself then tell me how
Bright Chinatown transformed your heart,
But don’t say that it changed the way
Your heart was made for me.
No, please – I know it’s easy
To be led astray, when far away.
And though I love enough for two,
The pulsing feeling in my chest,
That keeps me up, when I should rest,
And makes my mind spin crazily,
Would quickly break if I lose you.
June 14, 2010
Feed me lies from Babylon[i];
eradicate conflicting policies
with misquotations. I can
shave my arsehole ’ til the
saviour comes[ii], but should
I love, then I am doomed
to die. Well, I’ll meet you
in the brimstone and clink
my melting goblet on your
skull. No-one but the Lord
can grant forgiveness, yet
you proclaim authority to
condemn everyone. But I
[i] The Catholic Church is referred to as the whore of Babylon throughout the Bible.
[ii] Alludes to the way in which the Mosaic Laws considers shaving oneself to be an equal abomination to homosexuality.
Naked feet scuff sunburnt track,
headed for Tujereng. Market day
brawl for breakfast and Vimto;
throats creak in the merciless
“Hibidjay!” the Gambian cackles
and bursts into smiles. Kids
cling to my scrawny white legs
the rhythm and beat of mellifluous language.
to Wolof, and sing!
Tabletops spring from tormented land
while Tumbung grows pawpaw and jack.
Snapper fish gasp from bowls in the sun;
Tanjean fishers left them to
“Niaata la?” A local man roars
and holds up three fingers. I
hand him dalasi and skip
back to Tumbung
who garment themselves in Gambian dress.
with Etu, and munch!
I know that vodka won’t excuse
the things we did,
but I will never change the past,
although I’ve tried
to wipe it all away.
I think I said I’d go with you
(you said I did),
but something makes me think, that night,
you spoke for me
as I lay dead
And let the mob
caress me everywhere.
A pill is all it takes, I guess,
and I should learn
to choose my friends more carefully,
but I thought you
would care for me
when I lay dead.
A secret cuts your world from mine
But I have lied
The same as you
And know the things you’re going through;
The words will never sound the way
You want them to,
I lived like you,
When I was too naive to live at all.
If you could learn to speak the truth,
They wouldn’t care -
Then me and you
Could do things we want to do.
But you will never let them see
The face you hide,
Though if you do,
I’ll kiss your broken body when you fall.
Nature’s dead – the cityscape
Recycled it to doors and brick.
A cherub smiles from on the wall;
Inside its mouth, fossils fade.
A pane of glass, thick with steam,
Conceals thinly-painted lips.
My old love smiles then fades
Away, never to be seen again.
Beauty died when man destroyed the
London glimmers proudly.
balding men parade
the streets of London.
Liquid breaks into a billion
particles and shackles newborns
to the grave. Warlords laugh behind
their desks, gauging tests with eager smiles.
“Welcome to England,” they proclaim. “Iraq is heaven”.
you forced yourself inside,
and raped my mind
with tender smiles.
Now, my eyes are broken.
Defined by diagnosis,
I live how you decide -
Naked in the
Coliseum, for your
God-like eye to analyse.
Catapult me back two thousand
years - let me feel
the wrath of Rome.
I will fight and fall,
another broken gladiator.