So last year, a friend kept getting text messages from a Thai friend who was clearly using google translate with minimal success; the messages were nonsensical at best. We did find some of the texts amusing and then thought – let’s try and turn some of the stranger ones into something creative. The result was a few silly poems.

‘marinade / you’re an inspiration / as hard as me. Luminous orange / tiny / giddy giddy / new to me / dungeon jealous in. / will make love night right? / 5555

 

‘5555’ is stitched in black

across her luminous orange jumpsuit.

She’s a marinade

sweating it out in her tiny dungeon;

jealous in all the wrong places.

Not for freedom in the normal sense

(settling down just isn’t for her).

Instead she focuses on her poster of

Nietzsche and thinks of annihilation.

‘You’re an inspiration to me’ she whimpers

‘You’re almost as hard as me’.

These dreams he gives her of dark immovable shapes

send her giddy giddy.

‘It’s all new to me’.

She leans back and rests on the damp mossy walls

and looks at him through heavy eyes.

‘Who will make love to me now?’

Her fingers creep

down

down

‘Is this not right?’ She asks him.