11/27/2005
11/25/2005
already packed my bags
the city was so far behind us now
that this might have been
the last road left on earth.
i wanted to follow it
until the highway fell away
into the sea,
instead i pressed myself
against the horizon
to inhale
the warmth of new bitumen
as it turned hard against the wind.
we half suspected what would happen
if our enormous scaffold
ceased to hold up
this corner of the world,
& it occurred to me
that hundreds of engineers & labourers
had worked for years
to build us a stage
for this silence:
we waited for darkness
to fall,
but time
insisted on defying us
by standing
still.
that this might have been
the last road left on earth.
i wanted to follow it
until the highway fell away
into the sea,
instead i pressed myself
against the horizon
to inhale
the warmth of new bitumen
as it turned hard against the wind.
we half suspected what would happen
if our enormous scaffold
ceased to hold up
this corner of the world,
& it occurred to me
that hundreds of engineers & labourers
had worked for years
to build us a stage
for this silence:
we waited for darkness
to fall,
but time
insisted on defying us
by standing
still.
holiday in cambodia
i walked through the set of blade runner this morning
overhead cables and antennas
bore down on the dirty colours of the street
& i was caught quickly
in this mechanic web
a sudden subject
in an empire of signs.
i deciphered numbers such as:
seven &
eleven
in a foreign script
(only because i recognised their colours)
i flattered myself
that i could read a poetic language
accessible to all the senses
i reversed the alchemy of the word
and i learnt the meaning
of "fitting in"
by not fitting in
watching my body pulse &glow
like an amputated limb
and in the same second
dissolve
into the diesel laden air.
11/22/2005
a final cartography
i’d just been through the process
of ripping all the maps
with your city’s name on them
out of every atlas i came across.
i thought that this way
i would wipe you off the face of the earth.
but you reappeared
in the only city i refused to delete
back in my town for one day.
as soon as i speak to you
the words start running together:
to stop my fingers shaking
i grip my chopsticks with
an archer’s steadfastness
and i catch myself wishing
that they really were arrows
(or tiny poisoned spears)
(or some other soft technology of destruction)
that i could fire neatly between your eyes
and around your mouth
to put a quiet end to this
little charade.
11/14/2005
writer's block
every time you blink
fullstops …
fall from your face
and litter your chest like dandruff.
i find myself running circles around
these sentences
words that drown my senses
until it is no longer clear
if we are speaking about hunger or hate.
you left a note on my desk that said:
fuck mum, just bring me my typewriter.
i knew this was the beginning of the end.
fullstops …
fall from your face
and litter your chest like dandruff.
i find myself running circles around
these sentences
words that drown my senses
until it is no longer clear
if we are speaking about hunger or hate.
you left a note on my desk that said:
fuck mum, just bring me my typewriter.
i knew this was the beginning of the end.
11/11/2005
11/07/2005
the cannibal haiku
He said
This has to be
In and of itself
I wondered
Is this obvious
Or ambiguous
Am I seeing
What I have
Already seen
This has to be
In and of itself
I wondered
Is this obvious
Or ambiguous
Am I seeing
What I have
Already seen
11/04/2005
fullstop
what we are doing now
is the opposite of speaking
you have both given and stolen
the poems within me.
is the opposite of speaking
you have both given and stolen
the poems within me.
11/01/2005
the demise of civilisation
i didn’t have an umbrella with me that day
but i’ve always loved walking in the
rain.
the pavement was very slippery
and i fell on my hands & knees.
no one stopped.
from my vantage point
on the ground
i watched a man emerge from his terrace
with two white dogs.
i overheard some people passing by:
every morning with those dogs, he said.
like clockwork.
but i’ve always loved walking in the
rain.
the pavement was very slippery
and i fell on my hands & knees.
no one stopped.
from my vantage point
on the ground
i watched a man emerge from his terrace
with two white dogs.
i overheard some people passing by:
every morning with those dogs, he said.
like clockwork.