Posted on Saturday, January 15, 2011

such a shame
these watery graves
the ones that get saved
never feel the same
rivers swell
gutters thirsty as hell
and i watch people scramble 
within an inch of their lives

possessions swallowed by a monster tide

the news coverage is wet and long
and i sit on my couch thirsty
in front of my fan
willing the rain to stop
so i can get back my tan

i heard the water sucked them down
spat them out thirty miles down the track
but no one can recognise them
they look different
their colour has leaked out
ribbons of hair
framing faces

i am not there

there is chaos on the TV screen
threats of disease
flowing down stream
i wonder what’s in the kitchen to eat
switch it off and get to my feet
don’t let the sadness in
crawl up inside my sheets
close my eyes
but as faithless said...

i can’t get no sleep

too much happening in between

Posted on Thursday, January 13, 2011

Crushing on:
Theophilus London

Posted on Wednesday, January 05, 2011

twice born
of wooden ships
thrice formed
through mother's hips
mother ships
graced tu lips
a poet's garden

i presented 
my feminine side
with flowers

she cut the stems
and placed them gently
down my throat

and these tu lips
might soon eclipse 
your brightest hopes

- saul williams -