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Barbara
with the last lines borrowed from Kaveh Akbar
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Tension begins here:
My bleed/my break
the line one curves over slopes
the crevice cascading two-pulicitous over an edge
the stream of over-consciousness squelched in bliss
Return with me now,
wind humming honey
a touch filled with ache
when silence lingers in our throats
You sit with me now
distance a year ...
Sunday 27th November 2022 4:31 pm
Ode to my distraction
after Ode to my Envy by Chen Chen
I'm distracted by those around, meshing their hands with the keys I can't bear to touch.
I'm distracted by the words which won't come to me but scream that poetry is everlasting.
i'm distracted by the fugue state
my eyes have decided to be buried in & remain seated for the show.
I'm distracted by the way I refuse to be elastic, forever hav...
Saturday 11th June 2022 10:21 pm
The Walls We Built
I could not reach you
But how I sought to
How desperately I longed
To belong to you
But the walls between us
The ones you built
Stood far too strong
And far too tall
For me to reach
Oh, but how I tried
How relentlessly I cast my bleeding hands
Against the jagged rocks and stones
That kept me from you
Lost,
Alone
But how I tried
And I wait...
Friday 22nd January 2021 2:32 am
The Aussie Pomm (warning, Adult humour)
THE AUSSIE POMM.
Now, as you all know ladies. When a new mans in your life.
You groom your airs and graces to portray the perfect wife.
We are all so very concious of the things you musnt show.
Be discreet and feminine, that's all he needs to know.
Now I know that all you ladies have to have all things just right.
Especially on your wedding day and more so WEDDING NIGHT.
Well, it just s...
Tuesday 19th May 2020 5:21 pm
Spray and Chase: A Detective Narrative, Apologies to Richard Brautigan
See C Card, the seasoned hack,
Chasing insects around with a little sack.
What drove the down-at-heel gumshoe
to such an endeavour, you may ask,
Well, what other reason is there than
because it is C Card, of course.
It would all unfold like a badly ironed shirt.
On a dusty, dusky night late in September, 1953,
C Card had been reduced
to guarding empty cups in dinner...
Saturday 7th October 2017 3:58 pm
RETROSPECTIVE
i
Innocent
he met a force
Untried
it held him
... and wonder drained the world of substance
re-arranged the pages of his book to give more radiant a reading.
The light of new possibilities
pressed down on time.
The girl sang to him "You can hear the boats go by". He
l...
Saturday 16th September 2017 6:06 pm
My work, "The P.O.T" (Sample)
I have a collection of poems, titled "The P.O.T". Below are excerpts of the work.
Preface
The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts) is analogous to water being poured out from a pot to the ground. Here, water is a representation of thoughts and the ground represents the peoples’ minds.
It is a collection of poems that draws its thoughts from the interests of inspiration, motivation, spirituality...
Monday 29th February 2016 11:11 am
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