June 2013 (6)
TO BUY BACK BRUISES MADE
it is ridiculous you are
an office and corridor away
but I feel alone
put your conscience through the shredder
my story is folded in Post-it sticky note
don’t use it to sabotage a paper jam
scissors manual alternative
is another form of your unfeelingness
achtung
dialogue requires engagement
to be trapped in an open space
not so easy as falling off bike
rather a car coming out of alley
knocking me down
I spend a while in recovery
showing what violence looks like without blood
nothing can save us
as nothing has saved us
please acknowledge me on a tea break (28th June 2013)
June 2013 (5)
DISHWASHER
inside the machine
rallies are washed off plates
devise ensures gender gap
comes only from malfunction
me, good hostess
with head full of others’ talk
breathe deeply
instead of being breathed
black suits
dresses perfectly ironed
harass my arms
spill something more
than dripping minutes
latest gossips line the bin
already beginning to stink
awkward silence
fun is when they begin waving goodbye
through the taxi’s rear window
I wave back because fancy them rotten
shoved in
with programmed full cycle (21st June 2013)
June 2013 (4)
CALL IT A DRAW
she phoned back to say
don’t you ever hang up on me again
he did not move
she interpreted
who cares
he tried to make her chill out
she realized
these must be side effects
of a romantic relationship
he said
see you later
she angrily hanged up on him
he only meant
to have a fresh start (19th June 2013)
June 2013 (3)
COMMON SENSE IS WRONG
the pad of a hand
was swallowed by lawn mower rattle
events grew blunt
the weight of policemen stare
blunts family mind
they just sit and bathe in tv healing light
pencil grew blunt from taking report
some officer lends his sympathy to this struggle
she had been writing her obituary for months
only dog-eared book knew
how many
almost anything could be a clue for the police
angel hair as cocaine on a xmas tree
her knees bright like strawberries
throat cut in a cellar next door
evidence second guessed
are still required to record
in intimacy exposed
is where she found heaven
her eyes were shut tight
because she wanted this over
so the case was closed (17th June 2013)
June 2013 (2)
NATIONALISTIC BAKERY
at last
loaf of bread is to be baked
with our own hands
need of someone to punish someone on our behalf
is very heap
made in china
recipe read in languages we don’t speak
cannot be exactly followed
simple sifting middle east flour
is loosely defined
two slices of Romanian brown
worshiped over nation’s junk food
deserves a toast
grab a stool
take tea in a dusted glass
sense of community
invisible in the morning mist
is drowning (16th June 2013)
June 2013 (1)
Since the world had been defectively arranged,
I’ve been learning to ignore others conditioned responses.
People carry too much anger inside. Smile – a scar on the lips.
(own work 02.06.2013)
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