Friday, March 21, 2008

Haiku

for M

Sometimes just the thought
of your smiling face is food
enough for supper.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

seventeen syllables

In the haiku houses on Sweet-Meadowlark-Lane I heard your name whispered like rain falling in a faraway darkness. It was a holy name, an only name, to chant in silences of seventeen syllables.
Why didn't you call me? I wanted you to call me; it was Sunday and your mother was at church. I wanted you to call me; we could have fallen in love, danced in the rain, even written a long poem together.

Thursday, March 13, 2008

13th March

for M

The rain pours from the sky in grey sheets of shook foil, washing across the carpark and rapping your name in gusts on the window-panes. And as the water swirls & whirls down pipes & drains I remember again your question: 'Do you believe in love, love at first sight?' Well, I might; if I believe in love at all. I'm passionate about passion & I like to be liked; I guess I also love to be loved~ but at first sight? Can it happen? Could it be real? To love; to feel; to joy, to fuse pleasure & pain; I struggle to answer as your question pours from the sky like rain.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

It seems...

è Buddha was right about è pervasiveness of human suffering: on facebook right now one of my frendz is missing her cellphone, anotha hates life & a third has had all her stuff stolen. Is 2day a particularly bad day, or... hey 2day is a Sunday~ if religions r so gd 4 us why r people still hurting so much?

Friday, March 7, 2008

The Great Gig in è Sky

The news of Larry Norman's death (on Feb 24) has affected me far more than I could have imagined. He was one of è biggest influences in my life. As a long-haired faded-jeans non-conformist zest-4-life teenager, è church never welcomed me with open arms: itz organisation was rigid, itz creativity non-existent, & itz music quite likely è worst on è planet. Larry (è man) & his music exploded into my life & I'm major thankful 4 that. I don't know what inspired me è most, Larry (I met him 6 times) or his music (I still listen regularly to 4 of his albums). This weekend I was @ a prefect camp & told è teenagers abt role models & people being inspirations in yr life. Then I picked up a gtr & sang 'è Outlaw'. Thank u Larry; go in peace.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Oh yeah!

Her voice,
rich and deep,
with a croak in it
like a frog's,

is caught in my ears
like seaweed
between
the teeth
of a mermaid,

like grass
between
the toes
of an elephant,

like a man
discovered
between
the thighs
of his lover.

Oh yeah!

Hawu! Relationships have become time-shares!

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