(i) My skaamlippe ken die taal slegs tweedehands (wat die mond van vol is syfer deur die slukderm) My hart praat verraaier rooinek vlot (wat die hart van vol is drup deur die ribbes) In my skede stotter meng die tale blooswarm en gladdebek lieg o|o Ek het jou hemp gesteel Dit [...]
Go to post pageToday I will fortify my patchy little emo soul with bursts of socking fat strangers in their need to be loved. I think it is located in the fleshy dimple above the elbow.
Go to post pageSometimes eyes aren’t so much a window to the soul as a metallic iris marking where one used to be.
Go to post pageHeartbreak tastes like soured copper and disappointment like cardboard fortune cookies with blue litmus strips of words that cannot be unsaid.
Go to post pageI think rage builds like quicksilver in me. It coats my muscles in silver ghost whispers of willingness to do harm. With enough rage my tongue becomes a scalpel and my fingers talons wanting to pinion and skewer. The balls of my feet ache with the wish to snap bones and my breathing becomes jagged [...]
Go to post pageYears overlay/ life lines overlap, blurring the original pretty picture. Kevin Bacon/Kevin Costner hair, undoubtedly styled exactly to emulate way-back-when. No extra muscle but plenty extra life, wrinkled, reedy papyrus skin. Strangely blurry hair; not thinning but no longer full. A definite air of used-to-be handsome. How much of seduction is personality? Maybe intellect = [...]
Go to post pageI am in gadget heaven. I now have a Samsung Galaxy Tab, a Samsung Galaxy SII and a BlackBerry (for work). I am such an Android slut it isn’t even funny. I’m retiring from the search for love thing. I can’t hack the sweetly worded rejection anymore. I’m done. After this year I have a [...]
Go to post pageThere is rather a lot going on my little kingdom. I’ve been dreaming stories. I actually had a poem swirling this morning but I swallowed it with the last of my coffee. I also realised that I don’t have much of an imagination, I am not good at thinking up plot lines. Or scenarios involving [...]
Go to post pageThe whitegreen capsules valiantly battle the rising tar Mostly the pills work Mostly the pills don’t The tar claws scrabble against the plexiglass pills the resultant plastic scrapings rise in my gorge leaving my eyes baggy and my mien weary and blackgreen jaded Mostly the pills work Mostly the pills don’t
Go to post pageWhat happens when landslides meet and multiply, when both are used to pushing, testing, hungrily devouring? A brief mushroom cloud of entanglement. So it won’t. Or at least this landslide will only have the occasional sliding pebble, some loose grit perhaps. This landslide will give, otherwise, not a gram of gravel. As for he of [...]
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