untitled

at the most mundane of moments
when i would least expect it
i hope to be kidnapped

the same way
i daily highjack the
faces and bodies and
the persons and personalities
of people i meet or know or
have simply brushed pass

highjack them
and whisk them off
to the delicate and fragile
world of my dreaming
to blank fictive pages
waiting to be filled

so one day
maybe in a half-blink
i would too be spirited away
from my waking life
and find myself treading gingerly
in the never-where
of someone’s dreams

maybe
(i really hope)
yours



26^th – 27^th April 2006

when i’m ready to give you up

when i’m ready to give you up
i will

i will
because
i think i love you so

i will
because
i know i miss you so

i will
because
it hurts to love and miss you so

when i’m ready to give you up
i will

i will
because it’ll hurt less so

when i’m ready to give you up
i will

i will
because i’ll hurt less so

when i’m ready to give you up
i will
because
it’ll hurt less so

it must

the girl least likely to cry

the girl least likely to cry
looks at the world with bright sad eyes
glistening with unshed tears they shine
they burn they blink and then they die



25^th – 26^th April 2006

if i could

if i could form a word with i and u
then i’d construct a sentence with the word
with i and u

if i could build a sentence with the word
with i and u
then i’d spin a story from the sentence
with the word
with i and u

and when i’d woven the story from the sentence
with the word
with i and u

would i then find a world with I and you?



18^th – 19^th April 2006

is this why

i swim in a thousand teardrops
and a thousand more
teardrops within each teardrop

i fracture with a thousand heartbreaks
and a thousand more
heartbreaks within each heartbreak

i am in a thousand fragments
and a thousand more
fragments within each fragment

i am lost in a thousand moments
and a thousand more
moments within each moment

i live in a thousand dreams
and a thousand more
dreams within each dream

is this why you have not found me?

March April

i’ll be March and you’ll be April
and side by side we’ll rest
on the pages of the calendar
one glossy leaf glancing another
verso to recto, each on each

i be March and you be April
and side by side we flourish
in the days and weeks of the year
divided by one mere second
on my thirty-first and your first

i am March but you are April
and side by side we are nothing
    like each other
the last of winter’s barrenness
   to the beginning of spring’s fecundity
my droughts forever chasing your sweet showers

forever waiting
an April shower on a March day