strikes me

conviced myself you're one who likes me;
now i'm getting over this elation.
come to think of it it strikes me
it's not real love, just infatuation.

it was peculiar, so very unlike me
to get drunk on naught but sour wine.
come to think of it it strikes me
they're homeless now, those dreams of mine.

spraycan

the entries in my diary are like grafitti
embellishing sad grey walls,
adding colours, and thus taking pity
on a lifetime of downfalls.

i have a spraycan full of stories
to turn prison cells into dancehalls;
golden glitter to spray over the sorry-s
smeared in black on all walls.

i have a spraycan for grafitti
i use on lives and minds and souls,
trying hard to cover all the nitty-gritty,
at least till the next rain falls.

scraps

chew on scraps they throw you
and do the things they tell you;
there's a reason, they'll sure show you,
why they chop you up and sell you.

they count you up then split you
and say you're different from each other;
guess that's ok - if they don't hit you
there's no reason you should bother.

relax, let someone else decide
after you have given them your mandate.
sit back and just let it slide,
there is no reason to debate.

chew on scraps they throw you
and do the things they tell you;
there's a reason, they'll sure show you,
why they chop you up and sell you.

feed on scraps and live by scraps
and be happy not to bother;
sit back, watch the world collapse,
content you're not the author.

salty

your kiss knocked me off my feet.
nothing about it was faulty,
and yet you didn't taste sweet.
in fact, you were a bit salty.

i guess you tasted like my tear.
you had kissed it from my cheek
as your lips moved from my ear
and came upon its salty streak.

secrets

there are secrets dark and deep
buried in my soul
that I must forever keep.

immune to any sacrament,
hearts black as charcoal
demons caught me in torment.

no monsters under my bed
crawl out of a hole:
they are in roaming my head,

messing with my sanity,
out of my control,
wiping out humanity.

they are secrets dark and deep
buried in my soul
that I will forever keep.

seduction

contemplating seduction
all undesigned
happened at the junction
of both body and mind:

burning eyes on soft skin,
strong arms, gentle touch
are the elements of sin
as the moon keeps watch.

our bodies lay entangled
(which limb belongs to who?),
the sheets beneath us strangled
- our cloud of satin blue.

spider

i am filling in-betweens
trying to empty my mind;
but like flies against windscreens
i keep hitting thoughts to grind.

i am making plans with ghosts,
socialising with shadows
in the past-time i love most:
dragging myself out of lows.

conversating with the spider
that hangs down from my ceiling:
a valliant moonbeam rider
- that must be quite a feeling!

i count the letters in my bin:
words used to the very last.
the soft breezed kiss on your skin
- i sent to seal up the past.