2 March 2009
 
In the drunken mist of
Night time
Comes
The vision
To my bed
Lifts up my duvets
Moves towards me silently
And draws me near &
Nearer still
Until I can no more
I see her clearly
I hear her whisper
Trying to make sense of the words she smiles
To me
The alcohol consumption doesn't aid in understanding
What she means
Maybe she really is speaking in Greek
To me
My passive role makes her the
Dominant
One
It's fine by me
God what a beauty in this
Vision
If this is what four pints of
Your best Guin ness Sir
Does for me
Then
Let's make it a weekly thing
My vision  has passion
For me
I taste her tongue
I lick her lips

  
My hospital days
Or
How I got to keep my
Belly button
Piercing
 
Wednesday 25 February 2009
 
Lament for my appendix
 
Oh meaty dangling
Appendix
I never got to meet 
You
Yet I have something to
Remember you by now
A 2 inch
Scar
On the surface
Below which you lay
Hidden
Minding your own business
Was it lack of
Attention
On my part
Or was it just your time to go?
 
Fashion is of minor importance 
In hospital
For me
My mum bought me a new
Pyjama set
Baby blue
That look like a Mao Ze Dung
Uniform
Add that to my hospital hair
And try to hold 
Your laugh
Be polite and nice to me
He I deserve that
I'm the guy whose
Appendix was recently 
Taken out
Quite recently - as recent
As
Y E S T E R D A Y
High noon for the little
Fella
It was either him or me
This town wasn't big enough 
For the both of us
I won
:-)
Nameless nurses
Male & female
Nurses
Surgeons dressed
In blue
Having fun on the 
Way to the
Operating theatre
Where they waged 
War on my one time
Friend-turned enemy
 
My room mates -
Three in total
Got chatty just as I
Was wiping my bum
In the adjacent
Bathroom
The 75 year old man
Who believes in taking his
Medicine on time
Asked my 85 year old
Neighbour whether she 
Was born
In Indonesia
She - who is hard of
Hearing -
Repeated with
Disbelief in her voice
Indonesia?
No sir no
Born and raised in
Barendrecht
Never left
- except for the fourtnight
Hospital visit now (editor's note)
Then the predictable 
Exchange of partners
Children and grandchildren
Took place
I was still wiping my bum
And listened in a 
Fascinated manner
The guy had been married to a 
Woman 40 years his junior
Wow
Respect
Way to go old dude
They're both alone now though
When the number of 
Children was called out
I had to suppress my
Number
T H R E E
I couldn't 
Completely suppress
It
It came out muffled 
And was stopped from
Moving outside of the
Bathroom walls
By the 
Bathroom walls
& 
Door
 
Life as it should be
Always
Minimalistic
Simplistic
Enjoying the
Simple things
Such as coffee
With warmed up milk
Frank Sinatra on my
Archos 204
A stash of chocolates
And cookies in
The bedside drawer
A warm bed
And on my way
To a full recovery
From pain
 
My mum visits
As does Elizabeth &
Marcel
My father in law
Acting as the mailman
For my kids
Who picked out get well soon
Cards for me
Three
Friends call
My boss calls
Friends from 
Germany
The States
The Netherlands
And I enjoy the 
Talks on the phone
As they are a welcome
Break from the
Serene monotony
Of hospital life
But then the 75 yr old
Guy who hadn't eaten
For four weeks and
Was rushed to hospital
In an ambulance
Complains and reprimands me
Because he is used to having
Things
His
Way
I told him firmly that
We all have to 
Compromise in the
Situation we're in
For one he kept me awake
Most of the night with his
Snoring &
Coughing and his
Medical equipment going
Off like a mobile phone
I'm not 
Complaining
I'm making compromises
As should the rest of
Us
 
Thursday 26 February 2009
 
Outside
The Ahoy side
The Digger &
The Dozer play
Tedious games in the sand
 
The intolerant man
Was intolerated
Last night
By our room mate
With the leg problem
Aha
The tables turned
On him
How does that feel
Now old dude?
He considers himself
King of the ward
The nurses should bow
And jump to his every
Wish
Even when they are
Busy
Very busy
With another 
Patient
He doesn't seem
To know
How
To
Be
A Patient
Patient
He explained to the lady with the leg that
He hadn't eaten for four weeks
At which she didn't let him
Continue the story
But interrupted quite
Cynically that she'd heard that story
One score time and more
Already
The word already stretched out
And stressed as to really
Really
Drive home the message
That she got the story
Alright?
 
Today's going to be a busy day
For me
It's only 8.28 am
I have big plans
I shaved already with a razor
That has seen better days
And soon I'll be 
Asking for towels to go and
Wash
My
Hair
And clean my body
And shave some more
Lots of visitors
Are promised me
On what I hope will
Be my last day here
 
Saturday 28 February 2009
 
And it was
I suggested the 
Doctors doing the
Rounds
To just do
An Engelbert
Humperdinck on me
You know
"Please release me
Let me go..."
So I was home
At noon
End of my hospital
Days
No visitors
No sweet angel
For me tonight
 
 
 
 
 
 

  
7 February 2009 Saturday
 
Oh Simplicity of life
I celebrate you
In all your manifestations
Be it yes
Be it no
I profess my love for
You
A first conditional
Of life
Pure &
Simple
Eliminate the
Buts &
Maybes and
What-ifs
No doubts 
Allowed
For me
Be it yes
Be it no
Whatever the consequences
Accept them
In all their
Beauty
Harsh lines
Define
Soft ones
Blur
The choice 
Is always
Mine
A free willed deciding
Man
Knows
That to live is to
Feel
Elated or 
Downcast
Bliss or misery
Or jumping to and fro
Never in between
If simple life
Is embraced
The choice is
Always
mine

  
26 January 2009
 
My canvas calls out to me
Desiring me to stroke and
Touch
Gentle sweet and rough
Put it on
Make it wet
Finish me
Yes please
Oh God yes

  
14 January 2009 The Day I got inked again
 
These are the days
When
I am a 
Wanderer &
A listener
I turn my ears
To the city's
Voices and sounds
The vacated
Market square
Calls a beat in
Fours
With the stress
On the first
Drums
Pounding
Endless rhythm
1-2-3-4
And
1-2-3-4
The library
Chess game
Has cultures
At play
Vocal support
And laughter
On every move
The tattoo parlour
Plays its music loud
And has the high pitched
Nagging sound of
Needles inking
Skin
These are the days
When I am
Just curious
About life around
Me
As it manifests
Itself in
Decibels
Bits of conversation
Words unconnected
Spinning a long
Yarn
Of
Unity
Ultimately
Biking around
I pick up the
School kids' words
On things cool
In their new fangled
Lingo
That I don't speak
I drink the
Sounds
Pure
No mixed drink or
Watered down
Version
It's strong liquor
I can take
That
Hold my own
And hold it down
Cars honk
My bike's wheels
Splash the 
Silent puddles into
Tiny voices
The young boy
Who's accompanying
His mum in
Inkstitution
Taps his feet on
Maiden's
Can I play with
Madness
Sights and
Sounds
Still me
Silence me
Humble me
Feed me
Cuddle me
My words
Stay
Unspoken
My ears are
Filled
My tongue
Takes a break
I am
Continually
Listening
To 
All
Around