Friday, September 11, 2009

Molten Sun

As the clock turns 12
a darkness descends,
this night has no day
it's Hell's shadows,
that eclipse my Sun.

Words lie scattered
on the floor of my living room
raindrops drop on my balcony
struggle to stand,
and die.
Like stillborn calves.

Little fucking wuss-boy
with your fucking small wenis,
you are at the wrong end of the barrel
wrong end of the hole motherfucker,
the smoky end.

Why wont you die ?

Thursday, September 03, 2009


I Walked on water
Shards of broken glass rained from the sky
I walked through puddles of blood
Water trickled through my hair like silent tributaries
Draining my body of its soul
Mixing with grime and dirt it ran down the street.
I was one with nature
I was the water on the leaves
On the grass in the wings of the butterfly
I was the condensation in the clouds
I was the spent sweat of labour
I am the footprint of childhood in the wet mud
Baby puddles fill my toes