ghost poems

found some old relics of poetry amongst my dusty stuff... here's kohni's contribution...

Women's Woes (aka SHIT)

Sun rises and dawn breaks
Hangover pangs and ache streaks
Irksome pus enhances pimples' prominence
The price of decadence.

School beckons and children awakes (sic)
Hurried glances and breakfast cakes
Imbecile monsters saps the mood
The price of motherhood.

Shoulder aches and spints rage
Hot flushes and defunct marriage
Irreversible phase seeks corrective imaging
The price of aging.

Sanity crumbles and spine tumbles
Heightened phobias and banal rambles
Irate descendents bemoan your posterity
The price of longevity.

and then mine, which is about self-mutilation:

the slate hard floods
of ice cold rain
concela (her face)
in a slur of
teasing immaterial veil

she sits, splay legged
in the unrelenting
barrage

etching deep into her outstretched arm
allowing the
ghostly phantom leeches
drip crimson onto the running
ground. (almost vulgarly)
she smiles, wanly.

seeking brief reprieve from the hell she inhabits.