July 2010
31 posts
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darkness
a flash
universe
a photograph
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wake in the glare of morning to ravens croaking, and a cloud-shot sky all full and beckoning flight
open the door, step outside and enter the park gates before the shill cicadas wake
and there you will find the pond is deeper and larger than you recall, almost a lake, its surface a speckled mirror
go stand on that dock, yes, the one you’ve never noticed, and hang your toes above the...
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the baying of nighttime dogs
or wolves
out there in the field
swells to sing down the moon
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here is my guitar
its wooden perfume
its faint blood scent
of bronze wound tight;
it waits for us to tune
our voices to its own
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in our online chats
there is a heartbeat
between responses,
a pause for breath
just a little too long
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on the news another
low pressure system
to press your system low
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the lights come up
and we leave the theatre
but still
its dream fills us,
our kung fu is strong
and there are villains
in the shadows
on the way home
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speaking through fan blades
my words, chopped and buzzing,
fall cool on your skin
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an empty notebook
the smell of canvas
diffuse light
a scratching sound
rising miasma
four pennies
and a firefly
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water wheat yeast
not much has changed in
the ancient alchemy of bread
or in the fingers that pull it apart
warm and aromatic after baking
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into the sheets
to drown in their oceans
or make sails
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the stars fell as predicted
through the sky
through our fingers
left both empty
and blackened
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let the fan spin hope
through the room
let me sleep
let me dream in its
humming cool air
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i reach up and tug at the sky and after a moment it gives and comes thudding down into the street over everything in sight like so much snow but blue and white and now the city has no edges and the cars and trains are silenced under cloud while squinting pedestrians dig their way out to the surface breathing deep and sniffing as if they’ve never tasted air before and in this quiet afternoon...
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a bruise
is skin
remembering
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i want to pull out these wires
uproot them like weeds
slip between pixels
build a campfire
& warm you with stories
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from the land we watched the sea as generations had before, feeling comfort in its rhythm and sound, plying its surface in fair weather, our boats fragile as leaves, and we dabbled toes, caught fish, took pearls for love of their beauty then stood on the sand transfixed by that bottomless darkness waiting for us to come home
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i tried to see what you were thinking
before you confused it with words
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it’s a baby, she said
boy or girl? he asked
it’s a baby, she said
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a salmon sky
pink at the edges
and bleeding
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my dirty laundry is building
limp & withered effigies that
creep out from corners
to accuse with stained sleeves
& rise unwashed against me
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i taste the lipstick on your glass
and the wine on your lips
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the neighbours scratch
behind my walls
as I do behind theirs
we are mutual pests
the vermin paying rent
to knock & rattle
in spaces of our own
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send
can be a difficult
button to press
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it is true that
in Sumatra i watched kites
float in the smoky air
while across the strait
a man raised a severed head
its hair in his fist
and held it to the sky
triumphant
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