12 January 2012


The wind tugs at my memory
Some half forgotten murmur
Of the wilder country
Of forbidden places
And ancient curses
The whale that swallowed Jonah
Swallowed me as well
But the whale got sick
And turned me loose
I’ve been loose ever since
Except when I was screwed
Tighter than a drum
I’d rather be the devil
Than be that woman’s man
We did the dog – bitch thing
Smiling like it was a virtue
With no inhibition or shame
And no sense of joy
The sex was good
But the karma was bad
I learned what it feels like
To become a beast
My face is fluid now
It can take any form
Angels and demons
Dance across my surfaces
Tumbling through my void
Twinkling like children
In the summer of my daydreams


7 January 2012


When the spotlight hit us we were frozen in helpless fascination. We’d stayed longer than we meant to and just wanted to go home. From my point of view – and presumably hers – it was all over. Even the wildest of adventures becomes mundane with familiarity and it’s true what they say – familiarity breeds contempt. In the cold glare I could see that it was over; I felt no more remorse than I would for stepping on a roach and I viewed the whole thing with the same detachment. Whatever we had together had long outlived its usefulness.

Our thing was nourished by lies – from the start to the finish we never knew each other. Fear drew us together; the fear of loneliness, the fear of discovery. That’s the history of the world – boy meets girl, boy lies to girl and gravity does the rest.

They say nothing lasts forever, but some things last a lifetime; like fear, anguish and shame. Ever since the Garden of Eden we have been covering our shame with little white lies. When the black dog begs at my table and the cold wind hampers my doors I review my liturgy of falsehoods with a wry smile. Every lie begets another – each a building block in an empire of self deception.