Poems

eating breakfast with Virilio

‘maaaaaan we ate fast’,
I synapsed swiftly –

as the bandwidth
sped up

and tomorrow was this morning.

 

bathos

awash in
        bathos

we

await -

cerulean
current

a    d    r    i    f     t  –

fearing

for

more.

 

there is no more.

 

toreador lexis

these bully
      words

       m
lacerate
       e
I
parry,

without panache

pointed
thrusts,

as
they
lunge

huge
heads
d
      o
       w
        n;
my
side      step
inept

my
words   cape
one
glissade
tardy.

          - these snotty
noun bastards
just
lust to kill me –

barbs
too sharp,
charged jibes
more toreador
than
me,

gored,
    u
  t       g,
s  mb
      l  n
       i 

a
bloodpool
quashed
            raging verbosity.
beneath

 

climbing out of Tuesday

climbing out of Tuesday,

brains limp in a
schoolbag
I
foisted
one year,

shunted home
past
the
s   p   r   e   a   d   e   a   g   l   e
used condom
condominiums,

sy nc op at ing
round
those
same
 5
dogs,

canine
aliens
s   p   r   a   w   l   e   d,

a set of satay
on an
ogre
platter,

another
few dollars
swiped,
whole
from

greedy
octopus,

while
inside 
mass
breaths redolent
of
a fishwife’s apron

&

the pak paks’
burnt
lips
from butts
gone wrong

eviscerate
my
gweilo
nostrils.

climbing out of Tuesday

the sky
a misnomer,
a blatant lie
(no one can sight it)

as the
fancy dress
party
of the
uninformed
uniformed
clatters
ever on…..
  
& the doors

shut
behind
like
poh pos'
mouths;

more shaky
every day.

 

[poh po = old women; pak pak = old men; gweilo = non-oriental person; octopus =
swipe charge card used for public transport in Hong Kong]

 

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