365 Project: Jan 6 - 10

Five more days of my 365 project. Three poems (none of them haiku, though one of them did begin life that way) and two photographs. Also, the entry for the 9th was thought of on the 8th, forgotten on the 9th, then shot, together with the other photo, on the 10th. Still, better late than never, I guess. Also, I apologise for the bike poem. It's awful, but I wrote it, so here it is, I suppose.


06/01/11

'New Bike'

Grab a fistful of throttle
and lean
into the thunder rumble,
dragging a peg through the curve.


07/01/11

'Seascape'

I am standing at the edge,
and clear green waters wait below.

When I hit, there will be the
slap
of the surface splitting under my feet.

Then will be the cool of the sea against my skin,
scorched and dried by the sun.

Tiny bubbles will swarm around me,
crawl over my skin and through my hair.

I wish I could find it in me to
jump.


08/01/11

I don't want to write
a fucking poem tonight,
or a phrase
jotted
down
like
some
list.

And I wonder if this
ridiculous
act of self-anulling
protest
counts for a
single
god-damn
thing?


09/01/11

'Mortar and Pestle'




10/01/11

'Floating'