Her Louboutins clack on the porcelain tiles.
She peers out of her Versace shades
and continues clacking towards the café.
Her manicured finger points it out
as she is led to a wooden table.
Her massaged hand removes the darkness,
places it alongside the Venetian wine glass.
A sigh escapes her perfectly smeared crimson lips
as a working-class hand places the plate.
She grips the silver-plated spoon,
smears the fluffy cream on top,
puts it down with a sharp click.
Her matching fork is raised
and pierces through the sponge,
sinking to the bottom like her esteem.
Raised up to her mouth,
inserted and lips close.
She completes and places a leopard.
Removes herself and clacks onward like a freight train.
life
SWAG-YOLO
Swing along the rough road –
which is live-faster-die-younger –
and forget to behave.
Give away my life to death.
–
You know something?
One man living cautiously,
lives a life of loss…
Our crew lives for once: life.
Rhetorical Question Haiku
Can a poem even capture
the extent of your goodness
as a Human Being?
One Night Deal
Beauty Princess smile –
pretend the scars don’t exist.
Let the water wash over you;
let it cleanse,
bleach the dark –
make everything blonde.
Let the diamonds drip,
walk with strut,
strut with style.
Hold his hand:
be okay…
Just for tonight,
Beauty Princess,
just for tonight.
Inked
You might think I’m weird:
Maybe I’m too strong for you?
Does my opinion get you boiled?
Am I too bold?
Is my shine too bright?
I don’t walk the usual path;
I don’t wear your social norms;
I don’t believe in your higher powers…
Why does my tattooed chest
Bother you so much?
Is it because you long to be brave?
Long to be yourself?
Long to ink your life?
Or is ink too permanent for your lifestyle?
Will you be out of fashion next spring?
Will they no longer ‘love’ you?
Did conviction go out of fashion?
Is individuality no longer
On the menu at your gourmet restaurant?
I’d apologise for educating myself
On others subjects other than
Celebrity gossip and trashy ways
but then I’d be substanceless.
I’d rather live on the outside
Dancing to Nature’s song
Than inside craving likes like drugs.
Life’s a Ride
Pick out the bike,
Pump up the tires,
Polish the spokes.
The road will wind,
The terrain will change,
The weather will beat down.
There will be ditches,
But also smooth roads,
And vast fields of green.
Fall – then get up!
Brush off the dust,
And peddle on.
Ramp what you want to,
But if you fall – know it was you,
Just never give up!
The climb up a hill might be steep,
But just carry on –
It’s okay to walk at times…
Enjoy the ride!
Let the wind touch you –
Know people are on your side.
And when the time comes to stop
Make sure you can say:
I rode the road the way I wanted.
Haiku of Need
Need to be needed
By your love softer than skin –
More pure than angels.
Disney Days
Escapism confectionery
Fantastical illusionary
Delusionary imaginary
Scented sweet flowers
Painted perfection fields
And horizons filled with
Happily-ever-afters
Sugar-coated honeycomb
picture-perfect-endings.
Crescendo!
Black screen
Rolling thunderous credits
Back into hazardous harsh
Brutal bashing banging
Brain-damaging
Wrecked world.
Haiku of Life
Slippery slope: life.
We will fall or we soar –
Get up and stand tall.
Entrechat
I. Unieme
Performing to the sounds of nature,
Concrete jungle cacophony:
Metal crumble; stabbing bullets; restless screams.
Adagio…
Through the uncertainty of the mutated world
And into the rush:
The chaos.
The stress.
The noise.
The stress.
The noise.
The chaos.
Allegro!
Stretched to the limit;
Pushed and prodded.
Allongé!
II. Deuxième
Cabriole
Through the madness;
Keeping balance, not wanting to fall.
Fall! – scream them all.
Trying to keep it smooth, sustained –
Chassé.
Bleeding, aching,
Battered, bruised.
But composed; poised with a smile.
III. Troisieme
Trying to find the way,
The Passion Way;
Confusion as they pull in their different directions,
Contretemps.
Follow the heart; raise the spirit!
Demi-pointes!
Gracefully glide from experience:
To experience;
To failure;
To success;
To calm;
To stress.
Mr Individualist 