I SEE YOU MOURN

I see the rigours of time 

Etched on your sulky face 

Though the sun's fingers caress 

The brow of your ambitions 

Nostalgia tinkles solemn bells 

Of dreams maimed and cobwebbed 

By time's blunt knife 

I see you mourn 

Life is molten wax that congeals 

With a caress of the air 

Life is a wagon swaggering downhill 

A liberating spasms 

Of wee wet dreams... 

I see you mourn 

I see your determination thawing 

Like white icicles on winter window pane 

I see your patience wane in pain 

Like dry cakes of mud in the African sun 

I see your conscience rot and ooze 

Black brackish slimy rot 

Tomorrow they will declare you 

A disaster no-go-area zone 

I see you mourn 

Emotions thunder, tempers glow 

And voice a shrill mingle with unknown 

Raucous whispers of the gods of doom 

This world has been terribly nice to you 

I see you whimper like a miserable dog 

That has lost its tail 

Brother you have lost your tale 

I see you mourn. 

-dougwa-

LOVE'S BITTER SHEARS

When I flare my nostrils 

I sneeze cordite? 

When I pout my big lips 

Does hot magma erupt? 

When my gored orbs roll 

Behold liquid blitz come 

to judgment? 

Fingered nerves claw 

At the fragile fabric of sanity 

Kamikaze dreams make horrendous 

Enterprise at vanishing sunbeam 

Clamourous amorous wishes 

Purr vapours of invisible kisses 

With the gods of fantasy 

Clawing up the dark wall of hope 

Plastered with ancient ivy of determination 

To live and kiss another day 

And weave another gooey dream 

Or to live another flirtation 

With a phantom lover? 

Stainless steel roses 

For my garden (please!) 

For roses are painted red 

By blood from wounded dreams 

And dust puffed from rusting trust 

Because life has been unfaithful 

Snogging and shagging with another 

LOVER! In my bed. 

I have nourished mine love tree 

With tears from swollen eyes of hope 

And urine from fat bladder of determination 

Red blood from amputated limbs 

Of self-sacrifice and selflessness 

I have tried. 

Undress your mind and jump into bed 

My mind often has balled fists against a woe 

Than has it kissed many a whore 

Blasted Judas! you are the foe 

You took away her innocence 

There is no red stain on the white linen 

Only red lipstick on my pillow 

And chewing gum in my hair... 

My mind still swoons 

To be deflowered 

Undress my mind. 

   -dougwa-