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3 Words a Day

April 15, 2008

pomegranate

green

splash

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city wolf

March 7, 2008

wolf running in the city streets

thinking he’s wild under

the yellow moon

following smells live a slave and

getting caught

(by suburban housewives in aprons who chase you away with no fear )

In cul de sacs

and designer streets

leading to Tuscan

mansions with views to the water

Oh wolfie keep you

teeth sharpened

to keep at bay

those (silent) dreams

of mediocrity

keep you coat smooth

and sheening lustre

so those (housewives)

want to oh oh stroke

you

When the moon falls

and dawn creeps in

will you find yourself

coiled on the front

door mat?

or slinking back to the

dark verdant edges of the

forest

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notes of love

February 10, 2008

I

you flew notes from your violin racing around that tiny old room

i layed back while you examined every little piece of me

in a pursuit of pure aesthetics

a carved piece of limestone sits sheltered in a garden

representing your feeling of me

II

we stood in a vacant lot

now filled with a million dollar estate home

you sung out loud and i was quiet

you told me i should find my voice

III

you left not on jet plane

i had no heart i knew of to break

you became my muse

and silent lover

a mystified and glorified example

of artistic perfection

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altar

February 4, 2008

did your stomach ever drop

falling falling falling so you can’t stop it

did you ever see the casket

lowered

and wish you’d dug the hole so your fingernails

hurt from the soil bulging between the layers of your skin and nail

instead of feeling the beige interior  pushing against inane christian words of

farewell

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Flexuosa Again

December 16, 2007

Solid trunk weeping branches

Your leaves cast

Sensual shadows

h1

melancholy

December 16, 2007

sweet bitterness melancholy dreaming

capsicum and chocolate

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Yours on call

December 16, 2007

tell me when you

want a grecian

urn i’ll stand still

……………………………

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Redgum

December 16, 2007

Let me see your hands

Show me your hands

Red see, like blood

Why do you do it?

Well its a wage its a living. Its not

So bad as you think.  You know

fuck all anyway. Think you

can just roll up, roll in  to town

and reckon you know everything.

h1

Empty but Full

November 18, 2007

I feel empty, but full.

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thirteen

November 14, 2007