vrijdag 3 februari 2017

Strong suit



Run-into-wall man is doing the best he can
keeps his head up, inhales, gears up and
with a head of steam and positive energy
smashes his smile into the masonry

Walls and doors are just the same
doors won’t open, walls receive his wail
collect his efforts among their rubble in a pail
Persistence is key that opens what is framed

Run-into-wall man is dead tired of trying
Rearranges his helmet
wipes his eyes of what has transpired
between belly and pant seam tucks some pamphlets

Runs at it strong headedly
Grinning at the cracks he sees
As he heaves pamphlets and all
over the wall

the wall’s on fire people are tired
paper cuts in their ears on either side on the other side
his words make an impact but do not adhere

Run-into-wall man no longer runs but cups his hands around his mouth
until someone comes to see what he’s on about
but if only someone would
open up and see  his strong suit

woensdag 1 februari 2017

Origami amor





She said I carry snow in my pockets
From the past, started in my sockets
She comments on pillows of mine
They’re not fluffy but used
for noses snotty, runny and moisture infused

When wearing a frown above blurry eyes
She knows to stroke counterclockwise
Turn back my thoughts like hands on my face
Oh how many hours in this happy daze?

It may come as no surprise but when I rise
Or try to move from under and am with her
The duvet seems warmly freshly poured
We swim like towel swans in each other’s court

We rest our heads on handkerchiefs far from plush
The flakes have evaporated from under us
Once ugly ducklings, now manifest
as snow white pages
we don’t ruffle feathers but caress
to collect feathers for cases
to billow in wind that dries our backs to statuesque
let’s bundle up in this bindle that we made our bed
and unfold what wings can hold 
whether picnic or kafkaesque

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