My Purpose

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Sunday, 3 August 2014


I live in the Sahara desert I
call it my home I
lie on the sands and
let the winds roll me I
call the winds by name

Saharan nomads wander by
sometimes they watch as I
slide along the dunes I
have sand in my eye I
have forgotten my name

ah Sahara Sahara Sahara I
remember my name I
let it roll of my mouth like
Sahara Sahara Sahara

Tuesday, 15 July 2014

this garden grass will pass with winter
i am the witness to its passing, this winter grass.

winter grass, this is your name, my crass gift
to you. you leave when the heat comes.

you are pretty and I am plain
when it rains
you stretch across my garden plain
when it rains

in the garden pots grow prickly cacti
or are they succulents? why are they called this?
they are not succulent

winter grass, this is your name, my crass gift
to you. you leave when the heat comes.

but the cacti stay
they are not succulent
but i lie in their bed anyway
just to spite you, winter grass

Sunday, 21 October 2012

Cool Soft

The breath blown from your blinking winter eyes
Cools my flushed cheeks

I remember I said to myself remember this day
This whispering pulse reminds me
That I am still alive
That you are still alive

Gently calm me down
Chill my head with a crystal crown
My skin in hot
My flesh is on fire
Only your water can wash over me
On my knees I will be
As the waves move in a rolling embrace
I will feel your white lightface

Invite repair
Invite my child back to me

Beckoning is your soft touch
And all of a sudden life is alive
I need what I need
But dare I let that wait?
I want to hide in your soft arms

Break the distance
Shatter the miles
I reach out with my short arms
You reach me

Your soft arms.

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

Standing Burnt forest (fire)

Standing Burnt forest (fire)

Like a lighter lighting ‘ match
Do it
Flick it in slow-motion at
The full forest floor poor trees
Blitz itz bones
Blistering simmering sin bliss

Snake slitherin’
Rustling leaves leaves no trace
Blackened paths at every turn
Fired furs murmurs of last lost past glory burn
Sad story
Our son

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Rest, it is cold

Let me stay here for a while
I promise I will come out
All anew
I’m just shedding my skin
Hibernating in the winter
Give me some time
I am repairing, transforming, preparing
For everything that will come
My way
I promise I will come out
All anew
Let me sleep, I am tired
Let me sleep, I need to rest

Wednesday, 4 July 2012


I have to smash a window
To get out
And finally for goodness sake
I reach the garden
“I beg your pardon”
And the sitcom completes its circuit
With I finding time finally to laugh
After all
Then I smash another window
To see tulips smiling at me
No one can chase me
The looking glass lies
None of it ever mattered