Sunday, August 29, 2010

What happened to the lilies?

The roses, I tried to smell them.
The room has nothing so pungent
As the stench of socks and undone dishes.

The rose, it tried to perfume.
The air has nothing so light
As the scent of clean water and unbruised petals.

Delicate, like fine things.
Distasteful, like the unabashed.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

City Life, Forgot your Wife?

You've looked for me
And waited
So long, so long
I taste it.

The wasted time
The nonchalant
Barely noticed, did I?

Until the call
The desperate call
That forces me to see.

You yearn for, you,
You unsexed, you.
You learn to roam
For all you want.

You love not, you
You care not too
You learn to touch
For all you want.

Politely, no
Persistently, no
Slap your face, says no
I heard, my no.

You can stay
As far away
As before you came
Before I knew your face.

You think to snide
So impolite
So rude, you tortured
Vanity, you.

Civilian Duty

It is my civilian duty
To ensure
All my life
I never tore
A page from
The book of love
But wrote my own
Variation.

It is my civilian duty
To repent
All my life
What I meant
Every word
The book of rules
And listen still, to
Variation.

Changes
Altercations
Misnomers, and
Spelling mistakes

It is my civilian duty
To bind
All the books
Those I read
Every spine
Pages and findings
And read, over
My notes.

Changes
Alterations
Missing somethings, and
Correcting the grammar.

Stories and variations.
My favourite reason to be a civilian.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Stranger's Touch in C minor

Strangers at dusk, lovers at dawn
Find me without, my secrets unsworn.

I need a stranger's touch
To come, now deep within my soul
I need a stranger's touch
To reach me, when I'm high and I'm not whole.

Don't come to me if you're not strange
Don't come to me if I know your face.

I need a stranger's touch
To show me how I've grown
I need a stranger's hand
To hold on my own.

Don't come to me if I you're not slightly twisted
Don't come to me if I can't have you for a day or two.

Stranger's touch
Paid in vain.
Promises feint
Pictures the same.
Not like words
I don't want to see you, again.

Stranger's touch
Give me what I won't endure for long.
Stranger's touch
Don't ask me questions, don't look into my eyes.

Lift the robe to see, here lies a stranger in me.
Don't touch me like you know my voice or my hands
You know nothing, my actions completely unplanned.
I could control, but I want this for you
For your, stranger's touch.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Woman in B flat Minor

If I'd ever feel like a woman to you
Maybe I'm a stranger
If I feel like a woman to you
Maybe I'm in danger

If I feel like a woman, to you
You make me want to run away
From my feelings for you

You make me feel like a woman
And I'm helpless when I feel that way
Won't you?

If you touch me, like you wanted me to stay
I feel like a woman
When you hold
When you touch me
I'm a woman

I'll be a woman for you
Woman
For two hours
That's all I can do
Two hours, then we'll be through

I don't think I can handle much more than a flower on the floor
Don't hold me too tightly

I'm a woman
For you
I'm a woman
It's true

Don't wake me
Don't shake me to my core
I'll collapse
And I'll let you know

I'm just a girl
I'm not a woman
I don't know
How to deal with this right now


The original song posted: Woman. http://www.myspace.com/leilarousseau

Anthology of Shallot II

The Garden of Shallot
Was hardly there begot
A yard of clover
Twenty roses over
Spring onions growing quite a lot

Shallot of secret meetings
His slave took many beatings
A sunny day
Best time to play
The neighbours shouted, "Best of greetings."

Ignorance is bliss
Upon a sunset kiss
On raining days
The other ways
Are used instead for this.

Tweak, tingle
Vertical, horizontal
Tied up and down
Turned inside out.

Trust, stop, go
Shallot he knows
If someone normal comes,
To say hello.

Donna, Help me for a minute, will you?

Diva, selfish am I
Donna, selfishly tries.

Know not to ask
Know not to bother
Know not to figure
Know not to honour.

Diva, selfish am I
Donna, just ask me why?

I am not two
I am one of a kind
I am not partaken
To anyone's sigh

Take me for
A fool today
Tomorrow falls
The other prays

For love I do nothing
Though kisses are sweet
And, only as tender
If tender is treat.

Treat me with nothing
But cake by love's tallest tower.
For nothing can taste
Like selfish is sour.

I want half the world
But spit it in one
Hell of aghast
When fighting is done.

Tell me right now
Riches or you?
Give me the platter,
On which is two.

Two of a kind,
Not one just to choose.
Ensure forgiveness,
If the clone I mistook.

Took for a lover
Took for a tripe
Took for the other
But looked, oh, quite like.

Like what I wanted
Like what I had
Like what I swallowed
Just not as bad.

Cake, for all
Eat it in one.
Two mouthfuls, plenty
Just not as fun.

Cake, for all
You selfish lot
Flour and cream
But don't let it clot.

Diva, selfish am I
Donna, tell me I try?

Know not to ask
Know not to wonder
Know not to think
But I know you will ponder

Diva, selfish am I
Donna, clobber me over the head.

Diva, selfish am I
Compassion, I lack, though I do cry.

Diva, Donna, my darling I hope
My hug is more loving than is his grope?

Long Gone

Different plain
Different standing
Not right here

Different train
Different station
Just not here

Different reason
Different rhyme
Heard right here

Different bells
Different chimes
Just like mine

Different facing
Different faces
Belonging to people

Owned
Sold
Delivered
Stolen, and
Forgotten

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Rattled

Crippled with desire
Jolted any hope
Hopeful went
And hopeful gained
Weight when faithless fainted

Friday, August 20, 2010

Tom Tom

Poor Tom
Sad Tom
Found what
He forgot.

Rich Tom
Happy Tom
Lost what
He had a lot.

Poor Tom didn't know, that
Rich Tom was senile.
Rich Tom didn't remember, that
Poor Tom was juvenile.

Poor Tom gave Rich Tom
A deck of cards to play.
Rich Tom gave Poor Tom
A smile for a day.

Both Toms were happy
Both Toms could play
Baccarat with matchsticks
Smiling for the day,
Without a thing to say.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Anthology of Shallot I

The Demon of Shallot
Was highly strung a lot
His waist was tight
His grip would bite
A hole out of the top.

The Demon in all leather
Covered face, but felt a feather
Ever so delicately
Tickle him to see
If his senses were as clever.

The Demon was a mystery
His brain and voice fine chemistry
Some men would scream
A bloodshed dream
Be knived in hope of sanity.

The Demon of Shallot
A hole in pant forgot
Broken leather
'Thank God'
We have pleather
Now, stitch it or be shot.

Comfortable Creatures

You're the creature
That comfort warms
While tea cups fill
And clothing is torn.

Replaceable relic
Sunlight exposed.
Buttons loose on the mantle
Sew them back on.

Watch, by the table
White rose silk blouse.
Drinking Vermouth
Is so long in the tooth.

Resealable jelly
Leave the lid off.
Old fashioned cupcakes
The middles are soft.

Reminds me of your stomach
Nice to kiss, if I may?
Reminds me of the times
We would roll in the hay.

Get back to the kitchen
I have fun with you.
What I can make
When I'm stirring the stew.

Stirring the stew, for two.

A maid and a chef
Loving is best.
No longer I feel, like a
Dove shot in her crest.

Keep in Touch

The comic was mine
Until the joke went out of date
The hyacinths never smelt as divine
As sakura trees.
Japan didn't appeal to my senses
But you turning pages
Had me intrigued.

The wind on your back
The sun on your face
The yachts in full sight
Of what's in your way.

Sitting there,
Coffee in one hand
Newspaper held down with the other
Your dog tied to the bench
And the wind changes again.
Not phased, you don't pack things away.

Was it you?
Reading my daily
Drawing colours in the funnies.

The front page
What does it say?
Fish gills or seagulls?

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Je Manque de Mon Ami

Tu me manque, mon ami
Pour quoi, j'ai toi oubliee?
Jour par jour, mon francais devient pire
Et, mois par mois, des jours et jours
Je me souviens nous
Et pour quoi je suis comme ca?

La lune et les lys rappelle notre monde
Le bois et l'eau
Ton patience et ta volonte
Le feu dans ton esprit
Et l'étreinte du soleil

Rechauffe-moi de rappeler
Rechauffe-moi a retenir
Rechauffe-moi a toi faire savoir
Que je te aime, meme si j'ai oublie.

Ne riez pas de mon mauvais francais
Ne pleure pas, parce que je me suis cache pendant si longtemps
Me tenir jusqu'a ce que je tu maintenes a nouveau
Je sais que tu es bon pour moi
Mon beau ami Francais.

Read, Unsent

When you get divorced
Don't argue about the horse.
Don't argue about her stable.
Don't look at the paddock
And don't cry next to the cradle.

The twins have grown
They just left home
Their only wish was
To leave the horse
And stay off the grass.

It's Not for Me, like the song

It's not my fault
The light's not on
But you see.

Rusted bolt
I'm nuts
But don't you see?

No appetite
Or a memory
Guaranteed.

The last place I looked
Was where I mistook
The harness free.

They walk on ropes
And pass
It's not for me.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Ocean Song

Kiss kisses, on the cloud of no return
Drop dropped, into the terrible sea of taciturn
Washed up, on the island of no one and see
Plants planted for anyone.

Love loved, by the storm of devotion
Rain rains, all over the hills of desperation
Open a bottle, appeals woven in verse
Words written for anyone.

Fines found, swept up by a palm broom
Sands sound, crunching into soft stones by the isolate
Binds bound, hear now, Master of the Mast, Captain of the Sea
Your journey flashed before your eyes

Warm oceans of destruction
Calm waters of contempt
End of the world, today
Rest of your life lived tomorrow.

Friday, August 13, 2010

Detoxification

Excuses, excuses
Put ginger in juices
The tang is no bitter
Than apple is sweeter

Excuses, excuses
Make them for me
Don't lie them, tell

The sweet she is bitter
For loving and waiting

Excuses, excuses
Make them write you
Don't stay in the one place

The tang, it's the apple
Left in the sun

Excuses, excuses
Squeeze dinner from juices
Life for a living
Pleased not forgiving

The humble have fallen
The desperate are stalling
Hopeless it seems
When an apple rots and goes unnoticed.

No Rhymes, No Reason

We still go on diets
The unopened lilies still fall
Where the wild flowers fit into pots
Is the air that I breathe, and the smoke.

We still eat fat free
The lilies crisp in the sun
When the trees whisper from the patio above mine
Is when I smoke and when I breathe and when I fight and have to leave.

We still forgive the chocolate
The lilies tossed, a new bunch come
What the potplants above my patio drip, onto mine
Is what makes the noise in the morning, when I wake at midday.

Forever smoking
Forever fighting
Forever leaving
Forever waking
Forever breathing.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Tummy Bugs

What's wrong with the water?
Dripping, drooling, drizzle.

Photos of forevers.
Shot, snapped, stolen.

Needless never evers
Forgotten fluffy feathers.

Sighing Sunday songs
Whispering, wailing, wanton.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Party Trick

Two blow up dolls
Leaning on tree trunks
One says, hello
The other says, hello
They both deflate.

Do you think it's something they said?

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Water Up

I had a dream of fighting against an upward rushing water fall.
Nothing to fear, I won't drown. It's impossible.
So, it's safe. Just to keep going.
Nothing to fear.

Okay.

Flat White

I'll see you next time
Like a glimmer of hope
I'll notice next time
Why you didn't cope.

Through another's eyes
Never again, the stare of yours

The note you left
Every word
Untrue

You know where to go.