thisguy

after sacrificing the past couple of weekends to work, i really made the most of my free weekend last week. attended 2 gigs - one jazz, one folk and took part in a live performance art event. i'm eager to do more now!

i've been wanting to contribute to the local underground scene here. make a departure from my stiff collar corporate existence and plunge into the pseudo pretentious yet unabashedly talented underbelly of this crazy city.

i'm on the lookout for poetry open mics.

and if i do go, i think i'll read one of the following.

feedback?

purification

i strip my own layers off
like sand from the sea
layer upon layer
until all i see is me

like smeared ink on seared flesh,
sliced skin and torn dress,
the purification hurts at first
but quenches the thirst

for that new beginning
that silver lining
at the end of the storm
feels like something reborn

0205

dead molecules

"you're not the only one who can build walls" he said
and so it began- the silence thickening like frost
cold and impenetrable, but never really permanent
ice sometimes looks empty but never really is
it is the molecules of deep water that suddenly refused to move
indifferent and unfeeling, sometimes we just s t o p

0205

3days(let me in)

why won't you let me in
why won't you sing
play a little music and make the lights go dim

steal the show
start a row
when things heat up we'll go with the flow

why don't you fix this chest
take time off, rest
let loose the demons and try our best

to keep this evening
forget the feeling
forget the leaving, forget deceiving

lock the doors
lie on the floor
why don't we stay up the night till four

why won't you let me in
show a little skin
play a little music when the lights go dim

steal the show
you kiss, i'll blow
tell me if i'm going too slow

why won't you let me in why won't you let me in

052005