Sturdily always playing in my mind like a trumpet
Giving me sonic heartbeats

I sway in my own arms or in someone else’s

Intentionally perforating your presence in them

I give in after a while

No, it’s not you.


You’re jazz and everything else is blizzard.

But you slip out like the tunes that make my hair dance

Like my play list, like the changing songs

Slow, raging, steady, headfast

I place my fingers one after another

In the haze somewhere tapping the fingertips of yours.

Then I sway again, now on the patio out of their grip and mine

Welcoming you with the wind to seep in my skin.

Stay for a while, in the comforts of my bosom and the excruciating warmth

You have a long journey ahead to forge

I’m just obliged that you’re the jazz

Forsaking me ever so happy, ever so glad.


Tamed Wilderness

Years have passed since all the agonizing moments of the numerous train wrecks

Still today, when I sit by my huge window

Staring out in the wild, and that at the happy skies

Somehow, it doesn’t make me feel good

I curse them for their deadly blissful demeanor

And put my curtains on, both that open to the wilderness outside and that the inside

I stand there behind the raging gush of anger, regret and loss

And shout so silently inside that all my cells hear it

“Fuck you”, they say, “You’re back old friend?”  

I know, we know, you are here for a piece of her.

Just cut it and please be gone. Please be gone.

Old friend being the “fervour”

And when you can’t keep it away,

you let it stay and kill you.

So did I.

When it started shredding me, I realized why there’s no wind blowing around me

A little push to the curtains and I let it in,

Is why.

When it starts chipping me

There be many places that tear

I then hear a sound, it sounds like a whimper

I clutch my spurting pain, I turn my ears away

I feel myself splitting and the whimper won’t fade.

I don’t loosen my clutch

And let the agony work its way

No I don’t give up, it’s them who have to quit

I have been making you feel home, fervour.

The time we were friends and now that we are foes

Still making you feel home.

“Hey fucker”, talk my cells again,

Are you done? Would you leave?

There’s not enough left

Come again.

Sometime soon

You’ll have more to eat.