Corina Gina Papouis

from the door you throw your sword your shield and your tram ticket then your coat with droopy shoulders like two barriers of a delayed train today you lost a battle with yourself your

this is my latest poem and as the poem goes it reaches out, it stretches the feeling to its toes the words don’t come by easy I am not ashamed to say that sometimes I do struggle and verses

Mummy, is this your eye? yes is this your nose? yes is this your lip? yes is this your hand? yes is this you? ... (Alexander is three)

As words flutter in my head into a Brownian motion the meaning of that thought waves good-bye to the second (so does the poem). I am once more forced to intoxicate myself with the most deluding and

one day I\'ll die (probably young enough to remember) and all those people I never heard from in years will rush over to say what a great person I really was that I used to be such a

he knew how to sustain my gaze (like a dissertation) and every time he talked to me my hands would caress each other in hiding (one of them pretending it was his) I was quivering around each

caterpillar tracks move slowly biting the dust of foreign land uniforms and soldier boots follow then find their way home wrapped up in flags it’s a beautiful sunny day and those

In this household there’s far too much noise! ...your mobile, your pager, your palmtop, your laptop, your desktop, your land-line, your radio, your plasma screen, your mp3, your screw driver, your

weather and society bipolar cousins hang out and hand over leaflets to the masses here you are, they say it’s all in control don’t panic and we don’t we drink Grolsch buy lottery

crossing borders + *traveling (into) light (2) empty pockets tired fists (in) droopy eyes (on) some other promised land (blah-blah) large ?monitor/ gate(way) + this

... they belong here a nipple on our love’s chest pierced by suspicion smothered in dream and silence we lay on this rotten bed of thoughts day and night alone/ restless/

you weren’t there to see my life open up with a right click in a new window you were out on a piss playing pool in the pub round the corner luck staring you in the face like a torch and

Alas, my love, you do me wrong words of a king demons of a man seeking refuge into the heart of a woman To cast me off discourteously Anne you, truthful subject yet only true to your desires For

jealousy is the woman in red Jimmy Choo and Dior through her veins runs lava she’s got double standards, big eyes and one purpose she crosses the street through your shoulder blades and

in the pub across the road men and women are drinking from carefully polished glasses and the beer is as cold as the loneliness that makes them gather their lips are practicing group

music is filling me up slowly particles of sound sinking under my skin in places I never knew I existed I’ll never make it! I’ll die touched by the hand of a bunch of strings holding tight to my

“..to keep their love you keep pretending ” Jim Morisson I squashed a butterfly in my hand pretending its blue was a sacrifice to the sky I killed a baby snail with my

this minute is killing me is undressing its time slowly rounding its seconds at small and regular intervals it doesn’t even know that it’s mine it’s going to be over it will never come