chrisja poetry - sharp and sweet

when I am dead these words may remain and the question I have made them ask is I wonder where I am now? or even if…? these words having come from my life will always from now on be dependent for their’s... on your’s impudent succubi slipping through sleeping defences stealing life from you they do... Sign in to see full entry.

while playACKting with ACKronymous ACKquaintances not-ACKtual I was distrACKted by an ACKne pACK who ACKousticly attrACKted me out bACK of my ‘shACK’ the rACKet of their yACKing hijACKed and vACKuumed me to their cACKophony and like an ACKquisitive drACKula I immACKulately extrACKted fACKts about... Sign in to see full entry.

I wish I was a cowboy a cowboy’s life is grand he serves a useful purpose of keeping the cattle close at hand I wish I was a cowboy not 'cos I wanna be tough or anything but when you’re a cowboy you gotta be otherwise you couldn’t do all that hard work and stuff I wish I was a cowboy I’d ride round... Sign in to see full entry.

[ i have no rational reason to post this - but i was suddenly struck with the strong desire to do so - it is not even a poem, and it doesn't even go anywhere! - although for me it comes from the same place in my psyche as some of my poetry does - it is simply a little narrative from a dream that i... Sign in to see full entry.

a bird a bird a bird to sing to sing to sing a knife a knife a knife a ring a ring a ring the morning the morning the morning the night the night the night a day a day a day star bright star bright star bright the love the love the love a fire a fire a fire a book a book a book a fright a fright a... Sign in to see full entry.

she is sweeter than mango she climbs me I am scaffold she is wrapping paper specks of shining light light her smile she is animal queen a streamlined urge she climbs me I am scaffold she is wrapping paper she is a rainbow sweeter than mango ______________________________________________ [ ok - so... Sign in to see full entry.

and when our world is by a tyrant violently torn more tyrants stem in place of one they did depose for fear makes tyrant minions troubled by world’s freedom taken their fractured minds deep scarred by memories unerased and turning backs on freedoms for which so valiantly they’d fought in their homes... Sign in to see full entry.

sandflies and midges career into bridges and termites terminate the apostle missile flash in a white light snowdrop a flower grows out of the head of my bed scunge the taped deraingo upside doody run the murderous onslaught bad car hooty crash the checker board talk talk on head top clunk paint the... Sign in to see full entry.

now we're all through I still cling to you I can't help myself don't put me back please don't put me back on the shelf I'm a good book and you're my favourite reader your hands turn my pages on your touch gives me body your look makes me feel like a real voice Ooooo I think I'm going ti ttii to sti... Sign in to see full entry.

[ tidbit night - little scraps from the margins of my writing that I'd like to jettison into circulation - they tantalise me ] if woman’s hips are the spinning earth if earth is read as the womb of life then it is a concave world with sloping walls and we within lost to her secret party to her... Sign in to see full entry.