Phonecall

Always,
Precisely
At the tenth
Second.
I end up
Making love
To a long,
Hard
Beep.

11:21 pm
27/05/13

Yosi (The Pleasure of a Cigarette Dying)

My
subtle spark
reddens
in the heat
of fingers
like vines
Entwined.
There is bliss
In the kiss
Of lips
intermittently
touching
my--

But
the beauty of the night
lies
in every deep
huffing & puffing,
soft sighing
to an inevitable
Ending

Ashes.
Ashes.
Broken down to ashes.

9:41 pm
25/5/13

Bed Manners

Progressively horrible
Mornings spent
With cocks
crowing
And tiny light shards
Splitting half baked eyes

Roll over at one side
Arms open wide
To swallow a naked
Mirror of oneself
Stomach bulging,
Hair strands falling.

It’s a good thing
You can reach out
To light up a cigarette.

1:58 PM
19/5/13

27 Days Before Breakfast

In the mornings,
I listen to the sound
Of fingers crunching
Axe melodies
Juxtaposed to
A silent trance

In the kitchen,
The coffeemaker
Is brewing
A good day in two cups.
The toaster is chewing
Two slices
It will later burp.

In between all these
I struggle
To stay asleep.

1:45 am 17/5/13

Shadows

We have lost it

Hiding in darkness 

While our shadows

Struggle in the light

Let's cross our fingers

And hope 

they get to cross paths.

12:14