

Tanked up 4: The dead captainTanked Up 4: The dead captainTanked up 4: The dead captain
I jolt in waters; a submarine the colour of city Jodhpur.
Pale fish nuzzle and nibble, Slowly the sea transforms me.


In retrospect24/10/2009In retrospect
Passing traffic blur And cicada-song burst, While sweat is dripping All over us: A rainy lacquer, Light-refracting body gloss.
It all stops.
* * * I step out onto Balcony:
Burning up Cigarette halos, Watching the jacaranda's Lose their lilac snow,
The ghostly curtains Sweeping up a Summer breeze At the edge of
Toes
Not realising the whole
Time I was Tapping syllables With my fingers Making haikus with My body.


Dreamless SleepI've found a room, beneath your tomb: where I bury my manuals, my medications and baubles.Dreamless Sleep
I trace a gamut of existence back to this colliery: I'm pumping heart-sewerage out like rain.
The deleterious effects
of ascetism: has turned me into a succinct squiggle on the face of a page, in your book of Malleus Maleficarum.
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Treat your friends as you would your paintings and show them in their best light.
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
(If you like good photographs, *Peug's is worth visiting.)
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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The world is an eraser for these words
- Jack Kerouac
we must destroy that which contains us
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And miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground
and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down
in your warm arms...
Snow Patrol
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