Beauty Parlour

She minced his broken nails
And powdered them onto her skin
Behind the curtains
Not many could see.

She told him she was sampling his blood
She poured the velvety red into a can
Blood so smooth could only have been hers.

She spray painted hair
That carpeted the holes in her scalp
Many were able to see
Her wavy reds
Washing into her chest.

Many thought they heard her heart
When it was him knocking on his coffin.

She tried to steal herself back from him
But he bit through his coffin
And threw her in
Instead.

Illuminating Cheese

The moon’s light was

Smudged to a glow

Ploughed into the

Finger painted clouds.

I drive with the headlights off

On a black cat night;

The moon felt like a magnet

I could not be stopped by traffic lights.

The street lights

Bake my eyes.

The headlights

Grill my head.

The cheesy white dot

In the pool of coke-like sky,

Doesn't need battery

Or electricity

With their glazed eyes

They still honk the car horn.

Impatient with my improper driving

Because they don’t look at the moon

They’re caught up

In advertising lunar eclipses

It’s disgusting how

They videotape the moon

When it hides

The Blame Game

There was a place

Where I could go

Where windows would turn to sand

And I would understand.

It was a secret place

I would go

Where I would deformalise

I would destandardise.

These people in this world

Twist and pervert

In their self made factory

And labellise the products

They talk about love

While hating themselves

They criticise and prove

To those they look below to

As white shades their hair

They won’t even look at themselves.

There is this place

I could go to

Where I wouldn’t be afraid

These people are closing my doors

And they’re taking away my keys.

That place would understand

And wouldn’t judge sensitivity

My weakness would turn to art

Correction fluid would scrape off

I could embody me.

I realised

That place is not locked

I locked myself from that place.

Rolled Carpets

Microwaved tears crawl
Across bridges on my face
Fevered eyes
Don't know where to stare
Gazing into nothingness
Limitless time and space.

I try to hide love
Try to hide fear
Heart and mind control me confused.

I'm shivering within my soul
Can't find a place to unroll.

Pondering over forbidden fantasy
Trying to perceive reality
Sometimes not so easily.

I've turned my life into a game
The one I am still afraid to play.

Carbon Dioxide

My tears burn ditches

While ploughing down my face

Flames of feelings still arsonise

Even when else fell to dust.

I cannot describe more,

As I do not understand

Blue Prints

Many try to master

The architecture of a bridge

I worked day and night

On a bridge intended to break.

So many things she says

So little which is meant

If bridges lie they fall apart

But why make the architect suffer?

I left the broken bridge

And combed through the blue prints

Tried to find something wrong

Something which made the bridge

Lose its strong.

She confuses me.

Dark Monsoons

Your tears became chameleons

When you walked through the rain

The clouds were evil shades of grey

You couldn’t find a train.

You used the rain to water your soul

And saw yourself from outside

You saw a man who was so much more

Than what others can be inside.

The rain wouldn’t let you close your eyes

A sandman came to help

Your eyes closed to finally sleep

But the rain didn’t turn to sunshine.

Colour you shades of grey

Come take my hand

I’ll take you to a place

Where your sleep doesn't need the sand.

Poison Control

Enclosed in walls

I breathe shampooed air

Through the melted sand I see,

A magician crying impure tears.

With a switch of a button

I condition my breath

The air becomes so decreased

The magician cries more.

While we sleep in comfort

When it is summers outside

We can’t see the trees sway sometimes.

Instead,

We drill windows with curtains

The magicians die while we’re still alive.

The Man

The walls of his town
Are composed with charcoal
The artist draws
When the day is dark

Images imprinted in his psychology
He shades in the walls
Sometimes he smudges them to a blur
He sometimes scrapes the varnish off

His fingers turned black
Once when he drew with pain
The wall told a story of blood fists
When he blamed himself for other’s wrongs

His drum skins tore
His heart was beaten by broken sticks
I saw the charcoal drawing of his mind
On the wall he longed to fix

He is the charcoal stick
Whose beauty I can't deny.

Hearing Aid

In the dark starless night
The street lights smoke and burn
I still see a star
And it’s blinding.

Nobody sees or knows
Yet I can see its light
And even though it blinded me once
I still feel its shine.

Somehow
No star sees me
I feel like the absence of light
My existence no star can see.

In the dark starless night
I still see you on the ground
Reality and fantasy fight,
To see if you hear my heartbeat’s sound.

I probably don’t shine
But how could you not hear my heart chime?

Graph Paper

She tried to draw lines

She tried to draw curves

She tried to intersect

But no line could draw her.

She’s walking around graphs

Her mind’s become nomadic

No coordinate is her reality

Her equations turned to magic.

She’s sick of dreams

She’s sick of fantasy

In her math book she lost her page,

While turning pages to find reality.

Everyone longs for reality

Fantasy can be denied.

Weather Forecast

I cracked layers of a situation

The pieces tornadoed around me.

The storm settled

But the reason was left unstormed.

It has become a part of me

It has become a storm.

I can’t find my umbrella.

Painful Parades

Melted metals stream your head

Eyes become too hot to sleep

Desolate feelings unite

Solidify into alloys you choose to keep.

A piano falls on you

An untuned guitar plays in your ear

Expectations daze you confused

Your music becomes your fear.

The heart knows not of science

Yet you try to decompose

The heat is too much to take in

But what you took in froze.

This may parade you mind

But parades don’t last a lifetime.

The Golden Tree

She peeled off pieces of wood

From her coffin and sawed

She climbed out of her deathbed

On her grave she spread out,

Pieces of wood to solve.

With her tendons

She tied the pieces together

And with her breath

She painted on the bark.

With her teeth

She carved the tree

She collected autumn leaves.

She dipped the leaves in gold,

And glued them on the bark.

Learn to look closely at the painting on your wall.

Sometimes

Lines of light

Draw through a torch

A torch spotlighting,

Puddles in my mind.

The heat packed in light

Evaporates the puddles sometimes

But many puddles are still wet

Because light cannot curve

Sometimes

Stones and twigs that fall

Circle ripples in the dark

Some freeze and become skating rinks

The people who skate can scratch my mind.

Feelings and thoughts

Are temporary

Be careful,

When you turn them into something permanent.