Strip Club

Strip Club

In a room off the street we wait
We prop up the bar, awaiting the entertainment
They seem to come from nowhere like insects swarming
When the rock is lifted. They are only half-alive
In this dark universe
They certainly dazzle me
With their magic words
And distorted imagery

Incantations that dance before our very eyes
And the slow striptease begins and the nakedness
Is worth waiting for. Their soft skin yields
Beneath our imaginary touch.
We salivate
They are collages
This as paper
Held together by glue

Headless, for we never see their faces
We only see their skin as it glistens
Beneath the hot lights and we are bewitched
By this strange and erotic world
We are vampires
We set upon them,
Longing to consume
Longing to devour.

And there are magic mirrors all around
We look and as our reflections rebound
We see something we’ve never seen before
We are pure. It is she who is the whore
We emerge reborn
Gratified and cleansed
Briefcases in hand
We return to real life.

Polymath

I photoshop her hair red
For this was what she
Was always meant to be
Copper-coloured hair
Framing an alabaster face
A picture trapped in a frame

'She's a beauty,'they say
A picture some one was to tear
Down from the gallery wall
By one long gone bitter beau
And they all move in to protect he
One Angels on either side.
they grasp her hand
And lead her away

And, suddenly she is flying
Out of my screen.

Seven Second Memory

Goldfish quiver, slivers of orange
Flitting through the clear waters
Of the aquarium. That is their world

Their universe and everyday
Everything renews itself
For this is the beauty

Of a seven second memory
We who are beyond the glass
Enjoy no such luxury

We are colossal, clumsy beings
Burdened by our history
Weighed down by mortifying recollections

Of impropriety, of careless conduct
Of unwitting vulgarity
Conscious of our essential inferiority

We are taunted by our own lucidity
And we eye those nimble creatures
Beyond the glass with a kind of strange envy.

Schoolgirls In Red Shoes

School girls in red shoes, empty-headed,
Devoid of principles. Sapphire eyes flickering
Golden manes glowing and I remain
Their devotee as I struggle to see the world
From their perspective. I covet their luminosity
But their hard gaze falls upon me

Sharp as pine needles embedded in the skin
I grow red as an overboiled lobster
I turn and flee, and their laughter pursues me.

The Voyage Home

I clatter in my shell
A monumental madness
Descends and I emerge
Then I enter the zone
Inhabited by my clone
Crossing the waterway
That lies between us
Laughing as I embark
On the long voyage home.