Hokjesdenker

Voor elke samenkomst kleed ik me om
Ik ben een kameleon
die goed uit de verf komt
Doch,
vandaag heb ik last van ouderdom

Ik heb staar en word kleurenblind
uitgelopen mascara als masker op het gezicht
probeer out of the box te denken zoals Mondriaan
Vakwerk is soms beperkend
Ik ben een rubicks kubus die kleur bekent
Ik beken dat ik zo zwart zie als jij bent

tempest

She has eyes like hurricanes
and with every gaze
she rustles our leafs
And as she leaves
she shakes
all out of place

She has eyes like sunflowers dried out
and she can’t stop the seeds from falling
Defaced because she sungazed
The purse of her mouth lets water out
when the levies break
she speaks not but gravitates
towards what should shoot and sprout
bloom dripped off her cheeks
copper tones on patchy sheets
She seems unfazed facing the heat
But sheds tears with her head in the clouds
Feels it’s going nowhere but round
as she tries to rest her head on beds
stuffed with shells, gunshots and flashbangs
the world scorched at her feet
She no longer gazes but faces down
Sunflower mourning

Cut from cloth

The dinner table can't take it anymore
Waiting on its own
For someone to come home
Legs broken too many times
still out of luck
Even its top is down
Under the weight of the blankets where we used to play house
folding like hands before supper

No one comes home
They all eat alone
or with strangers on or along the road
strangers still when they come home
Legs broken, on its back lying
Like a tortoise dying
or a bug or a sheep
or asleep
Assemblies of us
could never mend us
dinner was
never satisfactory
always plates full of sheets of ice
sliced thinly
prayers said with closed eyes that
remained that
as no one asked
for seconds
we chugged hard at the hands
held glasses full of hours
Dessert is sweetest
when the table is turned
to deserts and broken glasses
Can i go to my room yet.
Can i leave this house
Can i hang around
with the branches
Or among the willows to catch their leafs
like tears in my pillowcase
And use them for what we are
Down
Wound by blankets likes drapes
where we used to play house
Cut from the same cloth