Sunday, 30 November 2008
haunting movie
Saw Waltz with Bashir last night and it was a really moving and superbly executed film. The dream/life surrealism of the film and the topic (murder, betrayal, confusion and mayhem) was really brought to life through the visceral animated scenes. The reality of the horrors was brought home in the end, with the usage of actual footage...I highly recommend it.
Friday, 28 November 2008
On the lookout...
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Coconut dreams
Coconut dreams
hairy nutty desires
parading a teasing suntan lotion scent
in a sea of restful wilderness
juicy pineapple thoughts
secrete sticky substances
all over my parched imagination
subtle and rich coffee spices
waft into the room
luring my presence
attempting to shake off bamboo restraints
that keep me wonderfully tied to mysterious pink beaches
sand made of grapefruit grains
decorated with coriander beach towels
Coconut dreams are shaken down from high trees
and fall like bowling balls
forming a pool table V shape
these tropical reveries are like hot breezes
against oh so cold thighs
so cold that mosquito bites are clearly visible
connecting the dots you construct a map
to find me when i am lost in the 400 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets
you follow the mango trail
soaking up parts of me in the sun
Coconut dreams
knock, knock, knock on imagination's door
shaped like strange creamy meringue pies
i invite them in
out of the ordered and make believe world
'this is real' they whisper
breath like pina coladas
a frothy and creamy vice that sends me
down into reality beaches
the rotten stink of dreams deferred
consumes all in our collective construction
of what we call 'today' and 'the world'
Coconut dreams
give me white lens sunglasses
and i see nothing at first
until the white begins to recede
like an old man's hairline
moving back slowly to reveal everything
mash potato colours
blended together to form light clouds
that pass through and around me
so much energy
too much beauty
all part of one
seen only wearing white sunglasses in coconut dreams
hairy nutty desires
parading a teasing suntan lotion scent
in a sea of restful wilderness
juicy pineapple thoughts
secrete sticky substances
all over my parched imagination
subtle and rich coffee spices
waft into the room
luring my presence
attempting to shake off bamboo restraints
that keep me wonderfully tied to mysterious pink beaches
sand made of grapefruit grains
decorated with coriander beach towels
Coconut dreams are shaken down from high trees
and fall like bowling balls
forming a pool table V shape
these tropical reveries are like hot breezes
against oh so cold thighs
so cold that mosquito bites are clearly visible
connecting the dots you construct a map
to find me when i am lost in the 400 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets
you follow the mango trail
soaking up parts of me in the sun
Coconut dreams
knock, knock, knock on imagination's door
shaped like strange creamy meringue pies
i invite them in
out of the ordered and make believe world
'this is real' they whisper
breath like pina coladas
a frothy and creamy vice that sends me
down into reality beaches
the rotten stink of dreams deferred
consumes all in our collective construction
of what we call 'today' and 'the world'
Coconut dreams
give me white lens sunglasses
and i see nothing at first
until the white begins to recede
like an old man's hairline
moving back slowly to reveal everything
mash potato colours
blended together to form light clouds
that pass through and around me
so much energy
too much beauty
all part of one
seen only wearing white sunglasses in coconut dreams
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