Tuesday, 9 September 2008


how many years did I wait
for this day, for this
time, moment, second
of your recognition
of my existence.

in you, I searched
for the proof that I am worthy
the evidence that I
am not a child of regret
but I searched in the wrong heart
I searched in the wrong mind

how can you feel blameless
without shame,
you evade guilt like a
seasoned vagabond
the wrongs of years ago
forgotten, not forgiven

I am.
I am everything,
without you.
No hair on my head
or thought in my mind,
blemish upon skin
is yours.

I take my leave of you
til time matures
and thrusts light upon
the shadowy mass
of my thoughts
unimpressed, I turn away
written a few weeks ago? cnt remember

on top

on top
of the world is a pleasant place
to be,
as long as the world stays below

insinuation is what you-yes you
is what you do best
with a grin of steel
locked like bank-vault doors

as long as you stay on top
and send your beams of pity down
and condescend with false grace

we will stay,
with closed eyes staring the other way
you will stay on top
we will stay below.

written last year.