Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, 23 July 2008

New Home Greeting Card

DVDs
Dead Bees
Smell of beef and cheese
All the things that greeted me as I walked through the door.

A jumper from France

Ali is wearing a french jumper.
That is to say a jumper from france.
That is to say the jumper speaks French
but only to some people. Not to you, just to me.

Bonjour le jumper.
Bonjour mademoiselle.
Ca va bien?
Etc

Safe

I'll stay here- don't worry.
What is there to worry about?
I'll look after your bag.
No one will steal anything.
I won't let them.

No one will kill you. Though I wouldn't mind if they did.

Drawing

I drew a picture of my friend,
his face was pencil drawn,
his skin rubbed out and then rubbed in.
I drew a picture of my friend.
It looked nothing like him.

Saturday, 26 April 2008

Backstage (original)

Combing and combing and curling and crimping and caressing their long silky hair.

Rouged cheeks and whited faces.

Comb teeth glide and hands smooth hair.

Ribbed ribbons and blacked eyes decorating, with pearl beads and beads of sweat.

Combing and combing and curling and crimping the hair back from their faces.

Pinned into place.

The women are ready to dance.