July 2013 (4)

29 July 2013 at 23:10 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , )

I SENSE YOU ARE FAKING
I have earned your contempt
for accepting a shipyard job
that sends me home
in grease stained overalls of fatigue
when a woman wishes to be cruel
she is
a story waiting to erupt
with sentences ending in terror
she pays a worker
with verbal torture
roughness of big hands
and prickles on his chin
unless a male voice says
I’m sorry (29th July 2013)

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July 2013 (3)

29 July 2013 at 23:06 (Poems/Poetry) (, , )

SOUNDTRACK FOR A MAN HANDING KEYS BACK IN
dear tenant
I hardly know where you are from
in spite of your eastern accent
I care not if your possessions
fit in one bag
but is this possible ?
to do things the modern way
involves no judgment
more than fine with me

we landlords agree to plagiarise their existence
same as the lease conditions
to break them is equal
with facing ill-tempered fists
abundant in this country (28th July 2013)

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July 2013 (2)

9 July 2013 at 22:00 (Poems/Poetry) (, , )

REGIME DE LUXE
whole country sat
in a badly fitting dress
crossed nyloned legs
tugged skirt inches towards knees
in a cold cell with a slamming peep hole
unbearable silence stretched
like an elastic band ready to snap any minute
throat was choking from a sweat ring
swollen eyes managed to encounter metallic irises
two cans of tinned food
put in a cupboard opposite each other
forever imprisoned moments
that would not move beyond themselves
no explanation was finer
than a fully shaped fear
testimony signed by force
will become some collector’s treasure
worth pounds on ebay (09th July 2013)

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July 2013 (1)

9 July 2013 at 21:57 (Poems/Poetry) (, , )

FUEL SHORTAGE
since his bus does the same journey
he is done with it
a thought which did not have to entertain for long
shouts: taxi
broken glass
over their relationship’s floor
could get somebody hurt
yet none ready to sweep up
she turns television louder
he turns away counting for her blessing
expressionless gaze in bed with legs rigid
as if nailed to bed’s frame
feels wrong
she turns his attention to do you want me to give you a lift?
eyelids click morse code message
that would be very acceptable (08th July 2013)

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