Month: May 2017

PILLAGE (HAIKU)

Take anything, but
– kill every emotion, twice –
just leave me my heart

NON-SENSICAL (HAIKU)

Alphabet pain, this.
Loops, lines, and curls without form:
writer’s block puzzles.

BOOK SAUCE (HAIKU)

Taste of me, these words –
a conundrum to lick clean.
Tongue hungry, I write

SHATTERED (HAIKU)

Heart made for loving:
broken pieces raining down.
Here comes a new storm.

HOSTILE

Your heart is a no-man’s land, and
you have fornicated, battle-ready,
with countless minds, The Art of War
alive in your apathetic stare;
a ghostly Sun Tzu in your shadow, and
its pages falling in chapters from your face

Yet, like a Viking, you roar,
axe in hand to slaughter dreams and cut ties;
no art, no honour, and just half the warrior
you claim to be – the septic engraver of
bloody runes and headstone eulogies

Norse winds carrying the poetry I write of you,
it’s pages never to reach your crimson eyes

TE WAIRUA FREE (‘The Free Spirit’)

my spirit needs mending
but I have no coloured thread
to darn these fraying burdens

the eye of this needle lay gaping and empty
and I am standing on its edge ready to fall through

a knot to my ankle, and my fast surrender,
and I’ll fly deeply in to weave new dreams

a fresher self with perfect stitching
– an un-perished disaster –
still surviving in spite of her erupted soul

PURPLE HEART

My posthumous heart
declares no life without you
yet
the holding of my breath
to mark your absence beats it louder

and as I listen to every bloody word
it whispers in my ears
I wrap the sound around me
like your missing arms
and
count
each
pulse
until my vitals fade

wondering
if you will ever rush
like this intimate moment
to tend to my starving needs again