Saturday, March 14, 2009


Yes. You are here. In my room. Sitting on my hand. Watching my quivering lips as they are speaking to your image in my dreams. You snatched through a plasticine screen to grab me by my teeth only to disappear in a rare moment of unity.

How did you lose me here. Right here in my corner. While I sat and waited, rolled and agitated, for you to come and take me away. 

One day I was young. I remember from my window. There was a sheet of snow all over your grey land and green hills. It was no longer the dark December, but the sunny spring of our love. I was running on the uneven pavement. I fell with a bag of oranges rolling along the whistling traffic. You came from nowhere. You held me afloat where the sky met your red heart. The wind was out of my breath and the life out my death. You couldn't say goodbye. You never did.

It was seventy two years later that I met you again. Your fingertip touched my quivering lips that no longer spoke to you in my dreams. There was a potato sack surrounding my perfection. There was you. 

But was there?

What we lost and what we will lose in the seventy two years till we meet will never be forgiven, never be forgotten, for we lost each other, in the name of what? In the name of nothing.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009


Its beautiful.


No its ugly.


No but I can see it.


It must be somwehere.


I will tell you the story, the story of my childhood, my birth and the story of nature.


It was beautiful.


The light, the anger, the resonance, the fire, it all came out from the centre of my sex.


It gave it all. The purple creatures, the green fish, the peeping wolves, the beautiful trees, the blue leaves and the orange sky. It was all a light, the light of life.


There was nature.


Then there was culture.


There was you and me.


There were owls and sages


The ages passed.

We watched.


The sages came and went.


There was a light.

The light of life.


It gave birth. The womb was moist and fluid. We floated and thrashed around. We laughed, we cried.


The light spread through my body, the body rocking on a rickety boat, flowating through the ocean of civilisations.


Mother nature was one, mother nature was us.


We saw it all. We watched. We came. We saw. We left.


The purple sun, the red gnome, he laughed at me.


The vortex.


The coma.