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Aftershocks Predated 13 Oct 2011 | 03:01 am
Your house was so empty No weather forecast Wind-blown and wood-grain The dust stung your eyes The walls wore a veneer Too tender to last Ode to the memory of your mamma’s warm heart Where all was an...
Pimping The Inverse 13 Oct 2011 | 03:00 am
The moon turns to illuminate My impatient wait For the imp of the perverse Who [typically] turns up late August 2011
Mutant Variations 13 Oct 2011 | 02:59 am
from eerie of concrete through slow-time and dead-heart release i watch the monolith breathe all creaking earthquake weather and crackling pigskin pucker soft down the decades to the school of hard kn...
Vertigo 13 Oct 2011 | 02:57 am
Late summer spiders Span sedate this Sunday dream Catch the feted flies Of muted minutes in-between Tuck them in goodnight In beds of gardens green And hollow out The future’s opaque screen Late sum...
Boneyard 13 Oct 2011 | 02:55 am
Confined to the head and vain under glass, I wish I could trust that my armour would last; hold up against the onslaught of days where each piece of knowledge is a chip or a fall from somebody’s defin...
Tread Water 13 Oct 2011 | 02:54 am
I might swim to a country beyond the imagination If I had the inclination But I don’t so I won’t Since the imagination Will always remain a more palatable destination July 2011
The Chairman 13 Oct 2011 | 02:53 am
And I won’t wag this tailless dog That named itself boredom As a child who pulls the legs off a frog And finds no room to store them In the box that’s labelled ‘Acceptable’ After Berryman, via Iggy P...
Dancehall Daze 13 Oct 2011 | 02:50 am
Down at the water’s edge translating visions to flesh Down by the river carrying dreams out to sea Down by the water’s bright edge Where the half-dead men dance A sad and faltering fandango With the g...
Runner Bean 13 Oct 2011 | 02:48 am
In a dream of Sunday Warm on freckled shoulders The boy that I once was Runs like only He can run in dreams Weightless in the onshore breeze That tastes of salted spit And highway diesel And leaves hi...
Everybody Hates a Rhyming Poem 13 Oct 2011 | 02:47 am
[especially a rhyming love poem] He sang her down the night tattoo She said he taste like paper glue Danced tonight the obligatory mambo Two they went where only one go They kissed the sky’s bright s...
