Saturday, 28 June 2008
Love letters
Three times these words have come.
Any idea what they mean?
I have none.
Love letters
Three times these words have come.
Any idea what they mean?
I have none.
Lack of sleep
Beyond the Moon's cross dressing
Bacolite-covered
Mountain-mouthed
In finite streaks flourescing
Covered to make a mark
Wander past the rush
Further down amassing
Uncovered: bless agush
Surrender-pummelled free and new
Babe sinks sullen bleeding
Vomit-express long-shouldered tears
Glassy famished
Stricken thumb
Lack of sleep
Beyond the Moon's cross dressing
Bacolite-covered
Mountain-mouthed
In finite streaks flourescing
Covered to make a mark
Wander past the rush
Further down amassing
Uncovered: bless agush
Surrender-pummelled free and new
Babe sinks sullen bleeding
Vomit-express long-shouldered tears
Glassy famished
Stricken thumb
Friday, 27 June 2008
Yes Nein
In hazel eyes a desire to make it ok.
A strangling desire.
Mirroring mine.
Words come clipped and tense
For two days we broke upon eachother. Fearing, hoping that before us lay something we'd dreamt of since ancient times. To be this close, to delight in eachother's every move, whisper, gesture, caress. Fantasies they've made of this but nothing to touch our simple ecstasy.
The waters hold all flowing motion between us and we bathe deep.
To drown and realise we never needed air.
Though fearing hope commands that what we thought was not possible
is not.
On surfacing you accomodate me less. Grasp too far to hold me but in getting away you only reach more.
I despise you. Am I a saviour from your morning boredom? From your fear that the waters won't let us breathe?
We're now I and you.
No longer one
and the desert descends.
I gave fully and now your arms tell me it's not enough. They clutch. Threaten.
Your confusion reflects and you believe I don't love you. That before was an act to seduce, a billowing of fantasy? What can I do before these pincers but shut? Walk away, love you from a distance. You strike me deep and make me responsible for a past I cannot change.
And so loving you, I leave.
I should have been stronger. Allowed you to cling, drenched you more or pushed you firmly rather than lie silent, withered by pity and a fear not to hurt. Held back by a feeling of being cheated by your own lack of faith. I could have let that go.
This great swarm of Man's play and our little story has such little effect. But for this little man, he grieves and forgives. Turns lion's heart to the next abundant showing.
You challenged me and I love you. Grateful for the lesson that there's no longer a choice to speak less than truth, let clarity shine. But I was not clear, so we suffered.
There cannot be any blame in this. I love you and see, as you do, that it is not our time.
Resolution marks the fearful man's prayer. So I'll keep myself open but knowing that closing is easier for both of us to bear.
Love, like it never felt like dying,
S
Yes Nein
In hazel eyes a desire to make it ok.
A strangling desire.
Mirroring mine.
Words come clipped and tense
For two days we broke upon eachother. Fearing, hoping that before us lay something we'd dreamt of since ancient times. To be this close, to delight in eachother's every move, whisper, gesture, caress. Fantasies they've made of this but nothing to touch our simple ecstasy.
The waters hold all flowing motion between us and we bathe deep.
To drown and realise we never needed air.
Though fearing hope commands that what we thought was not possible
is not.
On surfacing you accomodate me less. Grasp too far to hold me but in getting away you only reach more.
I despise you. Am I a saviour from your morning boredom? From your fear that the waters won't let us breathe?
We're now I and you.
No longer one
and the desert descends.
I gave fully and now your arms tell me it's not enough. They clutch. Threaten.
Your confusion reflects and you believe I don't love you. That before was an act to seduce, a billowing of fantasy? What can I do before these pincers but shut? Walk away, love you from a distance. You strike me deep and make me responsible for a past I cannot change.
And so loving you, I leave.
I should have been stronger. Allowed you to cling, drenched you more or pushed you firmly rather than lie silent, withered by pity and a fear not to hurt. Held back by a feeling of being cheated by your own lack of faith. I could have let that go.
This great swarm of Man's play and our little story has such little effect. But for this little man, he grieves and forgives. Turns lion's heart to the next abundant showing.
You challenged me and I love you. Grateful for the lesson that there's no longer a choice to speak less than truth, let clarity shine. But I was not clear, so we suffered.
There cannot be any blame in this. I love you and see, as you do, that it is not our time.
Resolution marks the fearful man's prayer. So I'll keep myself open but knowing that closing is easier for both of us to bear.
Love, like it never felt like dying,
S
Monday, 23 June 2008
Blue winter fades in you
Blue winter fades in you, my love
Rise Spring’s awakening
Shell-flesh cracks expose
Raw gold, shining blunt and new
Crest love’s restless anger
To dissolve on you replete
Uncanny washed and silent
Fester no more but serenely break me
Lost and encompassing
Love’s ungainly promises i’ll forgo for you
Rest blemished
Erode feet
Lushful
Ignorant
Levelless
Free
Blue winter fades in you
Blue winter fades in you, my love
Rise Spring’s awakening
Shell-flesh cracks expose
Raw gold, shining blunt and new
Crest love’s restless anger
To dissolve on you replete
Uncanny washed and silent
Fester no more but serenely break me
Lost and encompassing
Love’s ungainly promises i’ll forgo for you
Rest blemished
Erode feet
Lushful
Ignorant
Levelless
Free
Monday, 2 June 2008
Politics, Marketing, Sport
Twist them in a scrawl and brawl them before the masses
Pretend this makes them worthy
Meld them in your secret
Make them special
Burden them with petty necessaries
Measure them up to civilisation's spontaneous decay
Once measured, beyond them with worries of flagging
Become a righteous priest of nagging compost
Your fragrance a beacon for the unworthy to fall back on
A poop-scoop can metaphor-mixed vulture
Feeding on carcasses five days rotten in gluttony
Feel proud as this jams before you
As ship descends
Salvage none of it
Though it takes you too
Shitted up Burma-fed worm
Politics, Marketing, Sport
Twist them in a scrawl and brawl them before the masses
Pretend this makes them worthy
Meld them in your secret
Make them special
Burden them with petty necessaries
Measure them up to civilisation's spontaneous decay
Once measured, beyond them with worries of flagging
Become a righteous priest of nagging compost
Your fragrance a beacon for the unworthy to fall back on
A poop-scoop can metaphor-mixed vulture
Feeding on carcasses five days rotten in gluttony
Feel proud as this jams before you
As ship descends
Salvage none of it
Though it takes you too
Shitted up Burma-fed worm
The 53rd Post
Here are my favourites (today) :
Tyninghame
Nina Simone
Headswim
Zuza
A character emerges
The 53rd Post
Here are my favourites (today) :
Tyninghame
Nina Simone
Headswim
Zuza
A character emerges
Seriously
Masking sunscreant
Mischief mouths
Buddha days
Mescaline furrows
Christ’s delays
Bent tomorrows
Furnisher performs
Grown tooth and sweaty
Enlarge crossover
Bowden chemis’ry
Masks the mention
Fern off moisten
Spring to sharkle
Meant of clension
Fenarran off
To sparkspfer madle
Carraddon ingot
Meant of mable
Marksion mounting
Wins be able
Seriously
Masking sunscreant
Mischief mouths
Buddha days
Mescaline furrows
Christ’s delays
Bent tomorrows
Furnisher performs
Grown tooth and sweaty
Enlarge crossover
Bowden chemis’ry
Masks the mention
Fern off moisten
Spring to sharkle
Meant of clension
Fenarran off
To sparkspfer madle
Carraddon ingot
Meant of mable
Marksion mounting
Wins be able