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Gravity
I can think only
two wheels taking the forthright jump
into parallel, to
Come On
up here, Accustomed to Corners, that urban smell
of wish and self-pity
almost glamorous as he dances to the radio,
not touching water since her hands, unwelcome
such small senses of existence
or the knowledge of consequences, maximatosis and rhyme
her astonished narcotic delay, her thick coriolus
and what makes it here
bend in the flow
curving then to that apple
lying on the lawn,
your lover's voice
setting out the few tree, foots and ranches, the dead water & the know explanation
pressing the earth so
Stand outside and eat it like an apple,
Rise off of Reality! certain details
who hand back the future
insulated by spirit
and flesh,
her theory of excess.
RevEnfant
The day's evil ends, county of soft air and airport bars
where dog's hair slogs out the horoscope
floats atween logic
nor the Other View
for-why he heng hys hed adoun to have
such sorwe and not be ded
Looking Around Wildly, don't be fooled where it ends
nor where the separations begin again, leaves
bending shadow reach out &
lose the waterways, dream pages of doubt and fertility
Doesn't look good, another 'beware the charms'
wave of mud, zip-drive
waiting for restart &
shafts of moonlight
as if there are two drives large as a man, hurtling and cursing
The Bullshit Artist
slips back to alterity & craving
the brilliant reply, tornados appraising
that was the open door! the poor love
hidden for Years as she flies off
once or twice
before the killing sheds.
Unperturbed
That possibility, you said,
of hierarchy, substance and will,
your questioning insight and blindness,
all the mad proceedings
as you remind me of Peace, Consolidation,
dart forward into evening
as Songs trace the hole evening
insight of seed heads,
the centre of colouration, the moth's ride into eucalypt epiphany
pollination cross-referenced
with your incompatibilities, that Starry Sky and shade of shade
or less than Drugged Beasts
O Helen,
what consequence the suburbs of flora,
What Precious Liberties or Gestalt
loop over good dictionaries
as buzzwords, the balcony for coats
& that occasional appraisal of doubt,
redirected into dispassionate refreshment &
the blind, original stones,
that animal of pleasure
We correspond thus: this word's matrix and border,
the windows of our house here & gentle &, the Morning Light.
Morning,
your lunacy another cloudless route
where days appear &
we describe ourselves, again
here at last,
trying to forgive what we have made
beneath the other vines.
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