It should not have happened.
But it has. For a god...
I am trying to do my bit,
nonpareil. A soundproof doer...
Patenting the human genes;
fence-sitters...
The particles,
spreading a weird cult...
The words had started to fail me.
There was always an ‘if...
It's been difficult
to be a rock and a wall...
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sometimes i think we get so full and plush with...
Against the cold, we crawl
like toddlers...
I
You're our intimate stranger...
Between us mars and venus
and the virtue of wanting more...
I am from shells, Marlboro Lights, and pita.
from the same old house I've been living in...
You have meandered away.
I am an island...
I slog through miles
to embrace your bricks and mortar...
Isn't it like me,
to throw caution in the air...
I am an artist
plagued by poem...
I said to him, "Flattery will get you...
Except there...
Henry Moore the modernist sculptor
lived a mile from my front door...
I laughed today,
in impetuous fits of giggles...
To share the same feelings with another
as if sharing the same vein, attached...
As I study the sheen of a bronze Buddha,
an ikebana of laments breathe inside...
I was always one
To colour in between the lines...
All desires are subject to parallax
Substructures from the anatomy of dreams extracted...
I should have known:
the sun does shine...
Don't fritter away an entire winter
staring out of your pensive window...
If I flatten my lips,
in prayer...
The night is skintight and my tongue is dry
because of missing words and closed lips...
Three hooligans we were, my brothers and I
but how we loved Florida in the summer...
I know I should live in the country, but I fear
for my soul overstretching. It might bloat in the...
Wish you were here with me
by the window as I watch...
Winifred Montague
what a delicious darling she is...
I held her beauty for a day...
Melly, was that you at Blythe St this morning
when the tram grated and showered sparks into the...
We walk down streets
stuffed with houses, rows and rows...
I speak the summer, near the dusk
of the Atlantic, from the cove...
I will perhaps...dream of Plains
where eagle's wing cleaves high thermals...
I want to be free of this earthly body,
and cast among the stars...
Sky ribbons do not document my sorrow,
nor do they execute the careful planning...