See me. Listen to my heartbeat; patter, patter, patter. Feel my breath; stale, moist, growing fatter. Taste my lips; blood-soft and salty sips. Hear my thoughts; cultured, vulture fought. Download my mind. Or click to read in your browser. To comment on individual poems, look for the category on the menu bar.
Day 13: Thursday, November 24 Ate everything today. by that i mean i ate the gem, it’s pips and skin, and the apples and their cores. Certainly made me fuller but tummy ache got worse. I re-watched the incredible Scorsese epic, The Departed, which contained a philosophy by Jack Nicholson’s character that spirited along the lines of, “What’s the difference between being a cop or a criminal when staring down the barrel of a loaded gun.” I can relate. Knysna doesn’t respect hard work. It’s not only personal experience. I’ve … Continue reading →
Day 9: Sunday, November 20 There’s nothing like the smell or view of shit to remind us that humans are animals. After my concert last year, i was left with enough cheap toilet paper to bury me several times over. It took 10 months for my arse to finish it all. What a contrast to now when i took my first, reluctant crap in days…and i plipped rather than plopped. So much for junk food being junk food cause my body must’ve decided it was needed and hung onto as … Continue reading →