Monday, 30 July 2007


Eyes wide shut
i, bring to the table
tears and a bowed head
i do not know who
to pray to anymore
i'm tired of the ache in my throat
what's happening to me?
dizzy lizzy and her tilted world
i don't know how we get through
each day, i can't see through
blurry eyes
the end is near us my friends
i won't ask for help
i won't

~a little girl

Sunday, 29 July 2007

A Coin in her Mouth

burying copies of myself
i dig up bones
of a small girl
who used to build castles
out of twigs
poked into the ground


Monday, 23 July 2007

One Eye Open

Hey Missy Muse
where the hell are you?
i've been waiting up all night
your bed's unslept in

tossed, turned, one eye open

when you walk through
that door, i am going to
rummage through your bags
and see where you've been

and make you sit and tell
of all the worlds you seen

teach me

come on, come on, come on
cable is starting to bore me
and the world is trying to whore me

without further adieu

if you can hear me from here
bring me back some high art
a clean start

a benign heart


Saturday, 21 July 2007


I know the way, this way, your way
through the direction of your voice

your wind song rises to eat my sun
and i am wired to your yearnings

but the words i need to give you
fall away the closer i get, the more i listen

i cannot hear the waves anymore
i am a conduit of the pain you sing

in the dark recesses of the malady you serve
i cannot reach you, i cannot reach you

teach me


Wednesday, 18 July 2007

Situation Vacant

Situation vacant
round and round
the mulberry bush
i chased a man
with twenty tails
led me right to the gate
of the nightmare trail
i sit around and chew
on memories, how you
spiked my drink
and fed me sweetened lies
your vanity
is the only thing i remember
about you, now
chew on your conquest whore
and don't bother coming round
no more, my sign is in

~you can call me Comet

Monday, 16 July 2007

To the God of Pain, by Sarojini Naidu

To the God of Pain

Unwilling priestess in thy cruel fane,

Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain

Bound to thy worship by reluctant vows

My tired breast girt with suffering, and my brows

Anointed with perpetual weariness

Long have I borne thy service, through the stress

Of righteous years, sad days and slumberless nights

Performing thine inexorable rites.

For thy dark altars, balm nor milk nor rice,

But mine own soul thou’st ta’en for sacrifice;

All the rich honey of my youth’s desire,

And all the sweet oils from my crushed life drawn,

And all my flower-like dreams and gem-like fire

Of hopes up-leaping like the light of dawn.

I have no more to give, all that was mine

Is laid, a wrested tribute, at thy shrine;

Let me depart, for my whole soul is wrung,

And all my cheerless orisons are sung;

Let me depart, with faint limbs let me creep

To some dim shade and sink me down to sleep.

Sarojini Naidu


Whether i am a comet tail rider, or a sleeping satellite, the Universe is bigger than my view, but i am still here to tell of what little i see.