August 2014 (4)

10 August 2014 at 16:20 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , , , )

if Rococo people had access to the internet
facebook would mostly show
alive guillotined heads
reminder permitted to tweet condolences
would watch the French Revolution
televised on News24
in times when atmosphere was so thick
you could halve it with an axe
King Louis should consider maintaining a blog
to warm up his image
social media is beyond a hierarchy of opinion
everyone is intended to review everything
at their own risk
with stars from one to ten
and a box for conspiracy notes
a maid in Versailles was rude to me
Marie Antoinette eats too many biscuits

inevitably, the national channel would announce
a great tyrant is dead –
present a list of ruined lives his reign created
people would wait for a mobile alert
to see who is next to take the crown
for the seat is never empty for long (09th August 2014)

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August 2014 (3)

10 August 2014 at 16:08 (Poems/Poetry) (, , )

he tried to be cool
the best football coach we ever had
always there to listen
I can’t remember him trying to change subject
when conversation grew strained
unlike most adults
he was awesome
our scores made us visible nationwide
we were young enough to fall for his lies
one yes to many no’s was all he needed
if our parents on their fixed incomes
were not so damned exhausted
I reckon they would have noticed
statutory rapes on minors
nobody gave us power over our destiny
we just sat still
posture: hands together in front
listening to the head master who reminded us
about the championship starting next month
the pressure school puts on us
we felt like ex-dates who traded
scholarships for keeping things quiet
behind school building walls (05th August 2014)

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August 2014 (2)

10 August 2014 at 16:04 (Poems/Poetry) (, , , , )

were you there
when I was born to mother concrete
somersaulted across ugly backyards ?
I don’t remember seeing you
padding around the kitchen in slippers
the toaster full of finger prints
does not remember you either
you were probably gone
so I clung to a feeling
that you might watch me closely

fists tightened white to the bone
exchanged school for curfew
you were probably at work
when my knives collection gradually grew
sharper than anxiety
these demonic weapons
knotched scars on many backs

you were in the same room
when I had to sign a charge sheet
your face shrank to a dry cloth
almost gone into shame
I might just as well ask
who are you to be ashamed of me ? (24th June 2014)

without hello, goodbye, bon voyage
have a wonderful day
because most days you won’t
when a car crashes
everything happily – ever – after
is replaced by just after
the drive in a wailing ambulance too quiet
thoughts turned to pain to come
the asphalt you smacked on
bothered not by your pain
absorbed missed phone calls
hope bothered it
thick slices cut asphalt’s cheeks
in awful error
a police car searched your remnants
scattered them like candy wrappers
littered the accident scene
till dawn street cleaning (28th July 2014)

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August 2014 (1)

10 August 2014 at 14:32 (Poems/Poetry) (, , )

I want to see
that crucifix of blank pupils
feels pain
craving your pardon
followed by a moment of your time
would be catching skyline
which stalks behind a breath

with chapped intentions
as though exhaling gospel code
I walk my fists on either side of your head
walk through you as a clear air
hearing footsteps rainstorm
gives few more seconds
to adjust prosthesis of a prayer on the shoulder
and run (25th March 2014)

The “knockout game” is one of many names given by American news media to assaults in which, purportedly, one or more assailants attempt to knock out an unsuspecting victim, often with a single sucker punch, all for the amusement of the attacker(s) and their accomplice(s). Serious injuries and even deaths have been attributed to the “knockout game”. Some news sources report that there has been an escalation of such attacks in late 2013, and in some cases the attacker has been charged with a hate crime, while some politicians have been seeking new targeted legislation specifically against it. Liberal analysts claim that their conservative counterparts falsely promote a view that the “knockout game” trend is real and conservative analysts claim that the liberal media does not report on it due to the racial implications it may have.

inconsiderate as a bird
leaving droppings everywhere
his habit is
more or less after first sips
oblivion wakes under the tongue
to passionately reason that he could gulp it
yet holds to drink down
a result is always the same
few dense remorse for unpaid bills
accompanied by surprisingly found on a table
spare set of keys after she is gone
it deserves a toast
weeping leaves him wasted
Earl Grey day encounters hands
wrapped around empty bottle
that once knew what hold on to (11th April 2014)

did I see it or only want to
something inside me lacked courage to die
my weakness filters adjectives
with particular emphasis on ‘un-‘
for instance untight

weakness forms a denial
a denial forms into an outbreak
where to become a rebel you can
by doing absolutely nothing
above what is needful
use by date bargains, reductions
take my fancy at just wrong moment
– floor staff passing
I raise one hand in greeting
two raised in surrender (14th April 2014)

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