Sunday, May 15, 2005
my leaving
I'll be the tyred traffic
which crosses the
bridge I shall join hordes
who do not comply
fade into shadows
that won't readjust
despite lust’s
synovial suasive syzsgy
semi-dark in the waking
of high night
to ply
tender’s fallowed temptation
because why
I'll be the tyred traffic
which crosses the
bridge I shall join hordes
who do not comply
fade into shadows
that won't readjust
despite lust’s
synovial suasive syzsgy
semi-dark in the waking
of high night
to ply
tender’s fallowed temptation
because why
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
Doss-house Supplementum Tertiæ Partis
His heart is way beyond the raw damp tree
destitute Hartz mountains on a featureless plain
which he is not about to remember much.
he has no idea how he fell why
there is red wet pouring why he feels no pain
apart from hands who these two are exploring his sudden
mystery
One shrieks, finds work fussing,
imploring, consoling, asking, explaining, deploring; another
in Gregory of Nyssa (apparently) and the Summa Theologica, reading new
meanings into ancient regulations. But he begins to hurt. Is sat
down. A siren from somewhere and alien. Neither bricks nor plywood satisfy lust but he has at least the trick to search
beer.
At home his wife has learnt to fill holes
as all wives who are left alone must.
Making do her lot.
God is in blood.
A crust forms.
Earned or
not.
His heart is way beyond the raw damp tree
destitute Hartz mountains on a featureless plain
which he is not about to remember much.
he has no idea how he fell why
there is red wet pouring why he feels no pain
apart from hands who these two are exploring his sudden
mystery
One shrieks, finds work fussing,
imploring, consoling, asking, explaining, deploring; another
in Gregory of Nyssa (apparently) and the Summa Theologica, reading new
meanings into ancient regulations. But he begins to hurt. Is sat
down. A siren from somewhere and alien. Neither bricks nor plywood satisfy lust but he has at least the trick to search
beer.
At home his wife has learnt to fill holes
as all wives who are left alone must.
Making do her lot.
God is in blood.
A crust forms.
Earned or
not.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
may day (1)
it seems there might have been a bad dream
I should have passed up
flowers for dirt
borne them
weeds
foxglove, hollyhock, lady’s
mantle, hosta, phlox,
all as yet un-
afflated
academics who do not, will not
mess with words: text
kept original lest
meaning freed
from the back
burner
it seems there might have been a bad dream
I should have passed up
flowers for dirt
borne them
weeds
foxglove, hollyhock, lady’s
mantle, hosta, phlox,
all as yet un-
afflated
academics who do not, will not
mess with words: text
kept original lest
meaning freed
from the back
burner
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