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.