no punch line

It's slippery down there
at the bottom
wet with grief
liquified walls
dripping with fright

looped echoes of times gone by
permeate through my mind
and go
coiling around the roots of thoughts

corrugated images
dissolve what's left from the self

it's slippery
feet wander around
the bottom gives in

it's too quiet

31.v.06

***

If I jumped
the waters would close over my head
indifferent

the cold belly of the river would rumble
tossing my body lazily
yet another pebble
only sadder

in the bowels of the river
I would levitate
nestled by the belly dance of the weeds

the level of all the seas would rise

by a nanometer

***

If I was a flame

I would spread my burning urge like a wildfire

You would have to blow my glowing spirits out for safety

But I'm not a flame

If I was a sparrow

I would land on your hand trembling

You would have to feed my heart of fright

But I'm not a sparrow

If I was an autumn leaf

I would guilt you in to keeping my colors of passing

You would have to shelter my withered existence between the blank pages of your evenings

But I'm not an autumn leaf

If I was a magnifying glass

I would eagerly study your aching features in the candle light of your patience

You would have to swerve between the lamp posts of my discernment

But I'm not a magnifying glass

If I was a cat...

Yes!

If I was a cat

Attracted by the seductive balminess of your pleas

I would stretch the slender body of my timid contentment on your lap

I would land the soothing pillow of my paws on your cheek

I would wrap the tail of my unobtrusive presence round your ankles

I would sink under the touch of an unfamiliar hand

And you would caress my furry affection easing off the throbbing urge

guillotine

wild shriek of tyres

unresting

like a bunshee

something's not quite right here

i remember

wet smell of grass

inviting

like a promise

i see it in pictures

movies are overrated

then nothing

i reached the edge of the world

the inert blade is just about

to scatter the red beads of my thoughts

what's behind

is no longer mine

Insufficiency

My liver's supposed to cure my blood
Yet, refused to do the job
Veins twist around my brain
Spreading the plague all around
My ankle-long thoughts bite
I stumbled
Refused to stand up

Lame Excuse

I am a firm believer
My good deeds in remission
Being nowhere at all times
Not at all deserted
Neither left behind
Yet seeking an excuse to die

My reason abandoned the ship
Yet the rats are still here
I am my own Goliath
Still missing the stone

..acoustics..

your thumping presence
resonant
vibrates
rushing through the veins
tendons stretched
tense
pulsate
throbbing fibres
shivering
suffocate
until there is no more
and again
recurring
until there is no more
the noise
swollen
thrashing around the unbuttoned ribcage
agonizing memory strangled
by complacent embrace

The Great Silence

Fear has a perfect haircut

Behind my eyelids
On the other side of the skull
The swish of the Great Silence
Ready to fall asleep - like a cat
On my chest
To bite into my dreams
To grow into my bones
Treading softly during the day
Sneaky one

Plain Truths

Nothing lasts forever
You will have your piece of luck
Time is a perfect healer

Life is a little lizard
That makes you fade to black

Nothing lasts forever
But it always comes back
Time is a serial killer

Options

Black stone in my pocket
quiet
awaiting
Claws outstretched
Every time I close my eyes
Swoops down on its prey

Blue stone in my drawer
Like a pillow
Every time I try to reach it
Guardian in my head saying
Not now
They're not ready yet
Touch the purring softness
Give it some time

Death is a cat

Blue

Blue is for sanity
All particles armored
Trained to kill and to save
You can't have one without the other
It's too obvious to admit
Reason breaks through in the morning
You're always alone when you're asleep
Face to face with yourself
I am my own Goliath
Just missing the stone