Halloween

we don't want your tentacles
creeping in here
a sugary mindless epidemic
sweeping the globe
with your plastic pap and smarm
decorating only a few (fortunately)
elegant terraces in cotton wool
fake webs and witches hats

leave us alone

For The Weekend

For anyone who has heard of Gerald Moore.

The English Lesson

' Blow blow thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind as man's ingratitude
Thy tooth is not so keen because thou art not seen
Although thy breath be rude ' William Shakespeare

3WW...figment vulnerable inclined

was this a figment
of her imagination
or did she hear
' i wuz alone in ze rain'?


such ardour and impersonation
of a french cariacture in love
is an indication of someone
stereotypically and imaginatively
stifled and stitched
with a certain romantic appeal
for that brand of vulnerable victim
inclined to california poppy oil
old spice and bryl creem

i will now puz ma beret on
bringz out ma book " Zizi Zoe et Zuzu "
crossz my black fish netz legz
pout red,feel blue, smoke white
and zed myself into oblivion

Ficus Macrophylla

For Isabel's Sunday Tree Party

I didn't have brothers or sisters
I grew up with this beauty instead
I knew I would marry underneath her mantle
She knew everything about me
Had seen me at my best at my worst

The day came

My family was delighted
His family was thrilled
We
had reservations
and then some
She
waving and swaying
her branches in festive mode
playing at hula hands
was indifferent
She
had seen it all before

One Swallow Does Not Make A Summer

dverse



Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day
And for some,jumping out of buildings
heaven's lease hath all too short a date

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines
And oft is his gold complexion dimmed
by plumes of smoke dust and mayhem

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this and this gives life to thee
in possibly an unappealing way
ruining the memory of a lovely bike ride
portraying you as feckless and uncaring
which may not necessarily be the case

One swallow does not make a summer.

For The Weekend

Forgetfulness Of Things Past

3WW...breach ember tentative

and all the resolutions

all those resolutions came asunder
with your tentative reapproach
and sweet remorse

the breach of trust forgotten
the pile of ashes ignored

with the last
remaining
burning ember
about to ignite

yet again into
another raging fire storm

Travel Bug

cure for travel bug
take a train in india
arm chair's looking good

Autumn Blues

got the autumn blues?
think of a beach in china
and enjoy the snow

Remember This?

dverse...taboo topic

champagne tipsy
ride home
with gypsy king

you asked
for my number
i produced
a black marker

you wrote on my leg

the walls of jericho
came tumblin' down

For The Weekend

dverse
imitate a poet
(apologies again to Will)



Petruchio:

Think you clanging and squawking
of a wounded beast will daunt my intent hag?
Thou will crawlst to thy keeper's call and
be watched like those kites
"that bate and beat
and will not be obedient"

Kate:

"O mad-brained rudesby
full of spleen"
pox'd pestilent puke soured puttock
I would rather die than marry thou ruinous butt
thou burning cinder corniced in a sore eye
thou commonplace ring worm'd cur
thou tassel of a wet rain sodden purse

Fine Knacks For Ladies

3WW...admire piece follow

Season your admiration for a while with an attent ear
Is that a knife in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?
What a piece of work is man.
I follow him to serve my turn upon him.

PS
Apologies to Will.

Learn Language Through Poetry

Rieke Diah Pitaloka



matamu memandang mataku
your eyes meet my eyes



jemarimu menyentuh jemariku
your fingers touch my fingers



karena itu
Tadi malam kugoresi langit dengan namamu

that is why
I scratched the sky last night with your name

For The Weekend

Fly Me To The Moon

3WW...eject render impact

and next time when I eject
having dropped from the sky
like a meteor crashed to earth
cement rendered on impact
i must crawl to the surface
dust myself off
replace my brain
with just about anyone elses
keep away from the solar system
press all the desensitise buttons
smile switch flickery
stare in vacuo
grin without meaning
never believe in anything except
incy wincy spider, brer rabbit
and the stepford wives
stop playing russian roulette
and remember 'fly me to the moon'
is only the name of a song

Porkies

we said we would remain friends
hoping to stem the gushing
blood flow from the massive wounds
we had inflicted on each other
our devastation too awful to face

we say wished for truths to each other
to salve the agony to unscramble the egg
and as we look up at the sky
we see those pink piggies flying

Mimpi Tercemar

bunyi mata asing menyebar
mimpi tercemar dan turis
dari pulau ke pulau

ah sandiwara ini
ini pun terlalu lama
saya tenggelam
tanpa jangkar saya
tanpa teman saya
saya benar-benar sendirian
tanpa anda

TAINTED DREAM
foreign currency spreads
tainted dreams and tourists
from island to island

ah this charade
this long drawn out play
i'm drowning
without my anchor
without my friend
i'm utterly alone
without you

Pop Art

dverse

wads of crisp green notes
packed and padded
into the pockets of my pants
and campbell soup tins
inspire thoughts of wigs and vinyl
Cool!
"art is what you can get away with"
Andy Warhol