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April 20, 2005
Literature Text
I spend two & a half smiles on strangers,
drink a bottle of casual words
& head down a silent street, accompanied
by muted endeavors of faceless clowns.
It's a tired, malnourished day, strained
over frail dusty bones of hours
& as I run my hand along a minute,
it feels like leather, worn from wear.
You still arise in idle thoughts:
the way you stopped to watch me at
an ambiguous train station up north.
You were the streetlight that blinked on
& off in futile attempt to murder wind
while snow raced horizontal lines
& hurried past large metal doors.
You seemed to revel in movement,
smoothed air with your skin
as I headed on. Gave shelter
to a misplaced thought & lost another
in muddy puddles behind my temples,
aching now, condensed for spare.
The smell of old liquor & masculinity
still lingers in my nostrils' memory.
You asked for clarity in all I said
out of spite & I couldn't find the words.
Shreds of sentence fragments tasted bitter
& I washed them down with another
glass of wine. No oaky aftertaste,
it was the same dreaded flavour
of questions pending in-between.
I lost count of glasses & the sight of you.
I watch a train go by at two a.m.
It carries the remainder of an age passed
& as the last threshold falls victim
to time's thirst, a single moment is
folded neatly for scrapbook memories.
I grow up again in every mile
between me and yesterday's train.
Literature
Waiting for the rain
Here,
the earth cracks like unpolished leather.
A woman sits nursing,
(her life drying up like an ancient waterhole)
and dreams of verdant green.
Spring, she reads in an old school book,
is found in lands that have time to blossom,
while she waits for the rain.
Literature
november 2nd
squatting.
when all the formalities have
finally been packed away
in a box marked p.c.,
when they've been stored
in the attic until some later
season when couth is again
in fashion, we'll use the proper word:
squatting. or perhaps, renting.
sure, there are those who still like
to costume their actions in words
like "dating" or even "talking,"
but it is now much too cold
for such flimsy decorative terms.
bring on the wool sweaters,
the stocking caps, the sweatpants:
the truth.
the truth is an extra-large sweater
that you think you'll never grow into.
it takes courage to try it on, because
you do look foolish at first
Literature
When I Have Felt
When evening soaks the sky and puts on damp
The sun, that molten bead of paint, darkened now
And watered down --
When stars are piled thick
And stirred on high-borne vapours, paling then
The upper verge --
When starlings flock in screws,
All sprinting, mirrored over cold-sourced brooks,
With each their cry --
When under twilit water,
Through shaft-lit verdure fish propel, gleening
In silvered schools --
When paths are overarched
By lithesome, elbowed branches, wreathed beneath
With glossened moss --
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an experiment in time, space & careful adjectives. critiques are appreciated.
// edited but might still be worked on.
// edited again. as I headed on - that's all it took to fix the big problem i had in the middle... because "I" am the one moving and the "streetlight/lover" is standing still. thank you, *inziladun!
// edited but might still be worked on.
// edited again. as I headed on - that's all it took to fix the big problem i had in the middle... because "I" am the one moving and the "streetlight/lover" is standing still. thank you, *inziladun!
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"I spend two & a half smiles on strangers,
drink a bottle of casual words
& head down a silent street, accompanied
by muted endeavors of faceless clowns.
It's a tired, malnourished day, strained
over frail dusty bones of hours
& as I run my hand along a minute,
it feels like leather, worn from wear."
AMAAAAZING. you really got tallent
drink a bottle of casual words
& head down a silent street, accompanied
by muted endeavors of faceless clowns.
It's a tired, malnourished day, strained
over frail dusty bones of hours
& as I run my hand along a minute,
it feels like leather, worn from wear."
AMAAAAZING. you really got tallent