Your look from afar
A safe desire
Behind a veil of wanting
you don’t see, you imagine
me, not as me
but as a part of yourself
I have to leave
before you come closer
Break the spell
and I’ll turn real
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 5:35 AM UTC
Born from silence
a primordial motif
in my chest,
dragged heartbeats
evolving
into slow burning noise.
I’d like to give you
This sound wave
dragging my heart
without pause,
ever growing
unless contained in your hands
Jul 25, 2022
Jul 25, 2022 at 6:48 PM UTC
There’s sadness in that step
and fear in that breath
but this smile is fixed
over clenched teeth, containing
rusted rumination.
Hold this hand
to stop that tread
which crosses the road
with haste, chasing
the edge of the pavement.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
a pat seeks the head
like a hammer the nail
and a hug holds more death
than a coffin in February
and a song plays, over and over
and the space between keys
echoes the voice
of an immortal death
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
It’s the season of sickness.
The ruminant roars,
disarms me with hunger,
Feeds me
poison, contagious
violence; ****** of my
Control, spiller of
my Secret:
‘I am gross.’
Bathroom lights stare at me,
Toilet flushes betray my ears.
Only Courage,
Hanging on
the edge of a lash, leaking
with every pause of breath,
can save me.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
Leave then,
but leave them behind
You say,
Wrapping your arms around
the waste, protecting
a pile of photographs
The weight would
break my body
I say,
Turning my back to
this Burden you’ve built
on the floor of our house
You’re hoarding memories,
but you do not ask Me
To stay,
Searching through the pile
for a shadow. The floor creaks.
If you move it may crumble.
(Can you still breathe?
)
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
You evolve and
meteorites crush
to dust on her hip,
sweep, before
she can make chalk
and spell In Memoriam
Every move you rip
a little further
dispose of her child’s body
break out of her shell
as something alien
(for her survival)
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
Hologram (translated)
Wary and full of hunger, we lie
the rumor of Love
with such haste
for physicality,
the urgency to embrace
blurs our faces
Reluctantly, we find
there is truth in tenderness.
But like former convicts
unpracticed in honesty,
we let it slip between the bars
of doubt
We’re not living we just
flutter
and hope to touch something real.
Hologram (origineel)
Vol van leegte liegen we
het gerucht van liefde
met zo’n smacht
naar tastbaarheid,
gezichten vervaagd
door de haast
om te omhelzen
Doch aarzelend wanneer
dichtbij, de tederheid
glipt voorbij
aan deze voormalige gevangenen,
ongeoefend in eerlijkheid
tussen tralies van twijfel
Wij leven niet, wij zweven
en hopen
iets echts aan te raken
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
Grab a seat, don’t take your coat off
in your own house, I’m not staying,
only until it clears up; if I go out now
I will sink into the ground, You say
as you sink into a chair - a creaking noise,
to remind you.
You survive on the short sugar rush
of a Proustian coffee; the past is a gentle
unfaithful lover
I’ll call them. Put on your nicest voice,
sing yourself to them.
But you push in so many words;
they can’’t understand.
Fall asleep, don’t take off your coat
in your own bed, I’m not sleeping,
so when they ring, my phone or door,
I can open up. I can go home, You say,
but the blinds have been down so long
you can’t see when it stops raining
It hurts to see you try.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
I hesitate past windows,
their luminance wakes up latent memories
of dim-lit rooms and sweet fragrances
dripping off people’s mouths, the decadence of being
logically happy; these silhouettes that I breathe warmly
fade in the relentless cold.
The lack of compassion, a strange comfort
from the World in a black robe,
She is the Widow at a mass funeral;
To die would simply be
to accept
her annual invitation to self-pity
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC