You have never known love, deceitful bird,
But still you gather shiny things; engagement rings,
And harbour them close to your heart.
Hysterical Reaction
You made yourself peanut butter on toast
While she sat on the garden bench crying,
And started laughing to yourself.
Told yourself, “It’s okay, just an
Hysterical reaction.”
Fading Actress
Make the preparations:
The mask is being fitted —
I am waiting to be embalmed.
My time in the sun is ending —
And I am retiring,
Because I’ve had enough —
I am sick of the world
And all that lives in it —
The flowers that grow,
And grow old.
My bloom is fading
And I cannot forget —
Well, let’s stop wasting;
Let’s start preparing for the last dance, my darling —
Let’s make it a romance,
A thing to remember.
I shall sail the city streets once more —
I shall die in laughter and merriment —
Better that than a slow fading —
A cold wasting in an ill house,
Forgotten and all alone.
My time has nearly come;
I don’t ask for much —
Just a little wine,
A little dance
And some love —
Then I will be happy;
Then I will be ready,
For my star to rise a final time.
From my forthcoming poetry collection, Autodestructsuperstar.
Sad (God in the Computer Screen)
I am so sad —
I squeeze my soul out for you to see;
Wring it out like a flannel —
Wring out those very words that haunt me.
Read my heartbreak, my memories —
How sad I am, how unique,
Living in this modern world
Where loneliness has swallowed me.
What more can I do, but
Reach God through my computer screen —
And pour out the words for you to see:
Reflections of a bleeding heart;
A shattered mind —
Liberate in poetry.
From my forthcoming poetry collection, Autodestructsuperstar.
21st Century Horror Story
I hang like a ghost
Over everything I see;
My face reflected in the screens —
A zombie, staring back at me.
From my forthcoming poetry collection, Autodestructsuperstar.
Idol
I hang your image on my wall;
I carve my arm for you;
See — I’ll spill my blood for you
And I’ll starve myself for you.
I’ll do a fast for you,
And kneel down in front of you;
Pray that I may take your place
So that I can destroy you —
Set your graven image on fire
So people kneel to me.
From my forthcoming poetry collection, Autodestructsuperstar.
Dorian
Your posters plastered upon the walls —
That look, so bold —
It’s like you know the secrets of the universe,
And yet so young —
You live the lives without the consequences —
You’re anybody’s dream;
Dorian, I fall at your feet;
Your fire will never die,
‘Nor your image ever fade.
From my forthcoming poetry collection, Autodestructsuperstar.
