i have this memory of a fountain
ondi i have this memory of a fountain it rises up in me unexpectedly paints aqueous benedictions on my skin slides off me like i have this memory of falling over myself now that you're here i can pretend it was on purpose. finally. how did we get here again? i say i’m bad at directions but i take direction really well your palm on the small of my back tells me lower lower, there i have this memory of utter desolation are we there yet? that point where i can claim the verb content are you there yet? no, no, not yet. for the sake of palm prints on glass panes textured with condensation tell me you love me again i have this memory of forgetting i am worthy over and over again and your hands on my hips remind me that it isn’t gluttony if i imbibe to escape myself i am worthy with every thigh laid bare, every -eyes rolled back, back arched, toes curled, breath hoarse- i am fountain and falling and desolate and forgetting i am worthy i am worthy i am worthy until i touch earth again i have this memory i have this memory of a fountain it rises up in me unexpectedly paints aqueous benedictions on my skin slides off me like i have this memory of falling over myself now that you're here i can pretend it was on purpose. finally. how did we get here again? i say i’m bad at directions but i take direction really well your palm on the small of my back tells me lower lower, there i have this memory of utter desolation are we there yet? that point where i can claim the verb content are you there yet? no, no, not yet. for the sake of palm prints on glass panes textured with condensation tell me you love me again i have this memory of forgetting i am worthy over and over again and your hands on my hips remind me that it isn’t gluttony if i imbibe to escape myself i am worthy with every thigh laid bare, every -eyes rolled back, back arched, toes curled, breath hoarse- i am fountain and falling and desolate and forgetting i am worthy i am worthy i am worthy until i touch earth again i have this memory |
how do you feel?
ondi hand held out walk with told stories heard with taste buds sink deeper, fingers stretched, textures flowering (un)furl. wandering wondering motion speak soft, see gesture gentle, hear no matter, world's a giant (echo) chamber, anyway, hearts beat together truth is power speaking bass drum mellow bass drums mellow ask sincere how do you feel? ask sincere how do you feel? poems written for songs
clean there are bar lines on the far side of this space i’m in. in this plane i’m in. will i carry on to my dreams? am i more than i seem? and these fingers burrowing in, are they mine now? tattooed on my skin is this whispering of never enough, i curse what i touch. and this prophesy, of spiritual health, once i catch my breath, exhale to connect, to this labour of love that birthed life to a tree that’s swallowing me. i wallow in leaves, decompose to the phoenix burnt to ashes can you see these wax wings, too weak to fly, but this once i’ll try, yes this once i’ll try, no this once i’ll try, rhythm and blues away depression, bar lines on the far side leave an impression. in this space i’m in. in this plane i’m in. will i, carry on to my dreams? am i, more than i seem? will i, carry on to my dreams? am i, more than i seem? vulnerability i don’t believe, we know what we want, we’re all self conscious and it’s hard to believe ‘cause the surfaces are timid with interior molten lava that’s built to reach further than the limits. of a schedule and a contract. no back beats no accompaniments just limits. but none can no non can limit the divine. if so divine. let’s test the limits drink the fish eat the wine. or don’t it’s fine. there are no limits to the divine. salome lonely road, travelled often, many roads, not forgotten. hungry hand, beckons hither, feed me feed me, before i wither. under water, tugging current, hidden eyes, stealth deterrent. moving slow, shape the feather. phoenix rise then deliver. fire fire, fire burn. fire fire, fire learns. moth to flame, gently quivers. breathe me deeply then deliver. i’m alive, i’m a liar. i’m alive, i’m a. believe i want to say i love you but. my veins have clogged up. valves shut down and breathe wont go so that the flow of this feeling. stings in its fleeting and the tug pulling breaks from its meaning and stops. i want to say i love you but lost and uncertain of my uncertainties the certainties are only uncertain things i bend with my lying like, your neck scent, smile shy, relentless bed side manner less said more smooth lover criminal subliminal cypher with no knowledge to decipher the self i must centre at the centre and stop trying. just stop trying, im trying i’m i want to say i love you but the stop watch that stops time reads time only sometimes and at this time the misplaced time can’t be delivered i figure what time is is a mind’s apparition built by division between the ego adn the self. built by submission to the day to day evil thinking that life is nothing more than a signed degree and a steady job a ticking clock time bomb die now but come back better. die now, die now. but come back better/ when i climb the staircase when i climb the staircase upside down meets inside out sun, half fun half bleeding cocked gun still leading am i dreaming again? when i climb, when i climb the staircase Mary had a little lamb that loved her so and everywhere that mary went the lamb followed. When i climb, when i climb the staircase. We are unidentified, flying object. We are unidentified, we are objects We are unidentified, flying, we are objects When i climb, when i climb the staircase, Hurry hurry rush rush. Haraka haraka haina baraka, baraka kwangu, baraka kwako, baraka tele, tele, tele, tele Tele telephone bring bring, bring me the bringer the river undone we rowed and rowed our boats. swiftly , gently wetly. Merrily merrily, are we there yet? Am i dreaming again? Merrily merrily, are we there yet? Am i dreaming again? When i climb when i climb the staircase |