On It Like A Sonnet

Some more self-indulgent rubbish.. An untraditional take on a sonnet; the 14-line love poem format seems suitable for Valentines day next week, what with it being on the 14th and all... And yes, I'm aware of the last line being 11 syllables, not 10, it both jars and gels with the rest of the poem though, adding a slightly off-kilter end to a slightly off-kilter poem.


Love Lies


So we return here, again and again;

You say you want me, but you still love him,

I’m left wondering, where will it end

It’s like a test paper we just can’t begin,

Hands hold un-posted love letters to send

Hearts race, deep sea to surface; diver’s bends

And the pain doubles, enough to kill kings,

Faced with poker’s game - all out or all in,

Static whirlpool electric circus spins

Are we just fool’s acrobats, tumbling on?

Love’s wire waits, for desire’s chin to slip in

Tightening, til the last breath is gone…

Can we remain friends through all this and more?

Can anyone win, if no-ones keeping score?

Blood and Diamonds

Some thoughts on a sticky situation, marriage and love. Playing with the title Myth and Missed, a flip on Mr. and Mrs.... Coincidentally, I've just noticed posters round Sydney advertising Tiffany & Co.'s 175th Anniversary this year, not so coincidentally relating to that, it's also Valentine's Day soon...



What the eff is this, heads pop and twist,

Dreams scream unheeded, hearts bleed from wrists,

Love doesn't lie in bed with tortured souls or artists,

Choose life over Sierra's-sparkling rings,

Breakfast is at the club, not what Tiffany's dragged in,

Epiphanies dawn, like shepherds' amber warnings,

Storms break on ships, take the bows, curtain's calling,

Nothing's for certain, not a sure thing,

Checkers move, Othello, make a Moor King,

Dark skin, not a dark heart, pagan magic, not the dark arts,

Blood reigns in blood veins, nature takes her course and paths,

A house of cards will always fall fast,

Build homes on strong foundations, they will always last...

Time Heals

It's funny how time changes everything and nothing.

Old pictures can conjure up forgotten memories in an instant, transforming time and making your mind play tricks on you, the synapses recreating feelings that manifest themselves in your physiology.

I wrote this today, after seeing some old pictures of an ex-girlfriend.

I'm not sure what to call it, but perhaps it doesn't need a name...



I said hey, aren’t you that girl I used to love?

All the music can’t drown out the sound of your smile.

It hits like a ton of heart shaped bricks,

With holes in, where my soul should be.

Death From Above

Floods like African plains.

Into the tunnels, where my veins should be.

Your memories,

Developed; frozen flowers.

Years don’t equal hours pass within.

Reverse heroin.

Filling with a licorice pain.

Just a tang left in my fingertips,

reaching to touch the sugarpane of your face,

frosted eyes look back at me with tears of what was and could have been

blinked away

as you turn

to him.

A ruby-lipped Tom’s Diner kiss.

My friend…

Love is a funny thing,

My friend.


Friday 13th Jan 2012 – Dulwich Hill, Sydney – In my ears I am listening to: Donut – M.A.N.D.Y. vs Booka Shade (Boy 8-Bit Remix)