tangled words
Thursday, June 16, 2011
  so bloody bright
oh and things do not really
change, but so much

that it is bewildering to
the small and the young
which we all are
so small and young
that we take up the whole world
in our scope

and nothing is done or new
under the sun, and yet it
shines so hard with the brilliance
of becoming that we may all,
at times, find certain
dark holes to hide in from its
brilliance of desperately becoming
that which it always was

so stayed, so brittle
so bloody bright
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  coins
there is better to be sure
to be sure
I am sure there is better
and worse, so much worse, so much worse

we carry a purse
it is sure, so sure, brass clasp
and death lined velvet

the purse and it hurts, and it hurts,
we dish out coins, like a curse -
it is a curse of a purse -
to each passing moment

oh there is better and worse
to be sure (to be sure)
all coins are worth
(oh the earth and it hurts)
quite the same

in the earth and the pain and the hurts
and the purse and the pain and the coins
are all gone in the end
like a song, it does end
in a shower of moments
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  the girl in the bleachers
Give a hand and three cheers
to the girl in the bleachers
she is tearing out hair
and burning her britches

shes knows about witches
and teaches the teachers
she loves to love lace
and morns for the moments
she cries

a bird flies

twenty seconds of insomnia
and she cries

the sun makes the ground warm
the breeze is a blanket

her eyelids like stained glass
her shivers are quaking grass

tug, tug, tug

and then still

tug, tug,
and then still
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  winter
I took you out dancing and
leaves fell around me like snowflakes
my streets were an autumn day
and summer kissed the back
of my neck, by way of a goodbye

and I ached for the day before
and the day after
by way of an escape
and I played on the swings,
to show I could still fly

(and there are apples in autumn so
crisp you would think
that they promised more)

it is spring that surrenders,
summer that dreams,
autumn that feeds and rots,
and winter that wipes us all clean -
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  waves
you laid down your head in
front of me,
"axe me" you said, "axe me"

we did nothing, I said,
"take me away", "take me",

the river enters the sea and
it cannot come back
it cannot come back

there is no more shore
for my waves to lap against
and there is no way back

strange hands caress me now
they thicken my skin
from my breasts to my back
and there is no way in
and we cannot go back
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  the magician
what are you doing out there?
I am making things go away
like a magician
I've got a little trick that
I use to startle myself

awake again, and bits are missing
laying bare bones and some familiar failings
like sand blown from drift wood

and the dry old bones and sticks -
that the wind revealed here -
are so achingly circular

but I am not weary,
just sad, do want to play
a game with me?

it starts when you see the bones
'cause I cannot hide them, the
tide washes them up always
and it ends, and it ends
and it ends
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  rozelle
the shouts and sounds of Rozelle
its clustered windows
eyeing each other enviously

I cannot feel to think,
today in this place of home,
the city drone, sounds pretty from here.

Spring leaves rustle.
I should leave this house -
a mere Sunday afternoon
to protect me from Monday -

I let balcony plants die
in front of me
the cool breeze sucking
away at them - and they wilt -
away melancholy
away away
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  Sydney stairs
crazy Sydney stairs,
in wood and rock and crevice
encrusted around the harbor
like so many mollusks

you can see anything from the alley
heaven and hell
separated by only that which
separates inhale from exhale

and I am scraped and smeared
across its buildings
chunks of my blood and body
grated across its mollusk surface

on my soft belly
til only bones are there
and the beaches are red
the blood of mollusks mingled -

vibrant and pulsing -
and the mollusks grow fat
as they feed
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  delusions
these delusions
we call thoughts
do keep us entertained
the well signed walk

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  tea and cream
tea and cream
scones and tables
and windows and breeze
in the curtains

walls with depth
and the windows
blinking open their eyelids
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  heaven and earth
oh kiss me oh
stroke me with your
finger tips
move weighty against me
fill my mouth
with your palms
you are the earth again
on top of me
pressing to my core
and I become heaven
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  pearls
i lifted my hand to meet yours -
palm flat 'gainst the glass
between us -
i saw the inside of beads of rain

the light made them pearls -
your hand larger,
until it curled -

the cool glass didn't register
the difference, as it drew away,

and now it is that piece of pane
I have, and pearls,
and pearls of rain

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  crashing
All of the world is crashing, they say -
bits do break off my porch
sometimes, when it rains -

(and then one day,
the warm arms close in,
like a country song on a
warm night)

the same things, after all
the dust has settled,
make a mockery of though
and will and action

meanwhile, slow bricks
and pansies flowering
breath their precious
optimism

my little eyes, my few
steps, cannot, it seems,
confirm, either way,
whether or not
we are crashing.

It seems less likely
on sunny days


  2:06 PM 0 comments
  heavy
you hung a bit heavy
in my head today
distant thought of a friend

I have a voodoo doll
of you, only it works
in reverse

I lift it's hand and,
mine waves.

I lock it away in a tissue box
and my world turns dark.

I spike its chest
and crumble a little inside.

This is a mischief magic I have worked
and it works in reverse
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  making camp
this happy life,
this best of life, is
held, propped, so
precariously, like tent
canvas on poles

happy, tenuous moments
between great sags,

and my furtive mind
rushing around underneath.

Pushing this leaning pole, and
ramming another further into soil,
and glancing with worry
at the darkening sky.

A weight of water too great -
the poles teetering and fall -
and the leaden membrane
pressing all down in suffocating
completeness
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