Wednesday, 24 February 2010
evensong
all the monsters i am squint at the faint lines drawn on the wall measuring how far you grew like the certainty of the shadows on the ceiling that only come to life at night. nocturnal in a quiet way. lucid in crepescular light. sometimes no modest proposals crave attention on the periphery only my favourite kind of lunacies. there are things that should never be said out loud. i say never say never but warn of deep rooted tendencies to slip through nets...
Saturday, 13 February 2010
terra incognita
where the sparks fly the drum beats louder
and all my selves are in attendence.
the signs point to an extension of edges.
of possibilities.
i saw you behind the words.
your secrets are safe with me.
movement can be so slight and slow.
the beginning lost in the stories.
unnoticed until eyes are cast back
in the future. the world a divination
whose dots are joined into something
that makes a kind of beautiful sense.
map makers.
a ticking clock embroidered on the horizon.
a reminder to devour the days.
and all my selves are in attendence.
the signs point to an extension of edges.
of possibilities.
i saw you behind the words.
your secrets are safe with me.
movement can be so slight and slow.
the beginning lost in the stories.
unnoticed until eyes are cast back
in the future. the world a divination
whose dots are joined into something
that makes a kind of beautiful sense.
map makers.
a ticking clock embroidered on the horizon.
a reminder to devour the days.
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
the biggest sky i ever saw
he said
they might not even be there
any longer. already ghosts
deceiving our eyes.
except
there is no deception,
i thought,
when everything is true
only in another time. but
who's to say it isn't now?
standing
on the edge
of everything
tongues polish
these memories
in the telling
of stories
uncensored
until we cant
be peeled apart.
there are moments
the bright white centre
can be felt,
but touched not,
and lightning surges
from bodies like roots
extending.
connecting. and we see.
with more than eyes
i can see. and sing
as we hold
each other together.
they might not even be there
any longer. already ghosts
deceiving our eyes.
except
there is no deception,
i thought,
when everything is true
only in another time. but
who's to say it isn't now?
standing
on the edge
of everything
tongues polish
these memories
in the telling
of stories
uncensored
until we cant
be peeled apart.
there are moments
the bright white centre
can be felt,
but touched not,
and lightning surges
from bodies like roots
extending.
connecting. and we see.
with more than eyes
i can see. and sing
as we hold
each other together.
Saturday, 6 February 2010
dear world, burn me
gluttonous eyes of skin
stretched wide like a net
forcing the inevitability
of mass collision
and ingestion
until your whole self dilates
in response
as the world gets bigger
and you see
the river holds stories
as women
wash the days from their clothes
and morning mists
wrap you in their knowing
that time isn't and never was
a straight line.
pressed against the stones
the dirt
the sky
the world
made beautiful sense
and whilst the earth
turned red and green,
all i saw was gold.
stretched wide like a net
forcing the inevitability
of mass collision
and ingestion
until your whole self dilates
in response
as the world gets bigger
and you see
the river holds stories
as women
wash the days from their clothes
and morning mists
wrap you in their knowing
that time isn't and never was
a straight line.
pressed against the stones
the dirt
the sky
the world
made beautiful sense
and whilst the earth
turned red and green,
all i saw was gold.
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