The stowaways,
disappearing into the dark alleyways of Berlin,
washed of all their clothes
and well hidden in the fog ,
they fall down the plastic capped steps.
As you lay with your eyes shut I danced around the room,
eclipsed from your view,
out of sight.
Another Christmas Day alone,
chilled furrows of soil lay in the sodden field... Read More
Yeah back now - god this whole working constantly thing aint that fun! been at it 2 days and it feels like 6th week!!!! Living with a friend now so its more fun/distracting and my chair has a v definite ass print after my mammoth latin/essay day today...
It's strange how two people that respect each other as friends can end up really walking over each other when they get romantically involved, my boyfriend got involved with a friend ages ago - still really close friends but they just didn't work (yay for me!). Personally I steer clear of the whole sexing friends thing...
That sounds awesome! Just give me the details and I'll be there....ooo...what do I wear?
Distances glitter between us,
wet,
like lips freshly drawn down a cheek by a slowing tongue.
Freesias dead,
carried upon my shoulder
as a homage to Tennessee,
to the end of Acre's lane.
Men in overcoats working the mud spattered concrete,
glass lodged in the tires of the wheels glued to the road,
greying skies filling my window
just as your lipstick did on the... Read More
Hey amigo. Swinging moods are reassuring sometimes, I think - they break up rigidity.
The picture is Tobias and the Angel, from The Book of Tobit, one of the apocryphal Old Testament books. The angel is the archangel Raphael, who guides young Tobias to a miraculous healing-fish, which saves the sight of Tobias's dad Tobit. Raphael is the patron saint of healing and his symbol is the Caduceus, that staff with the snake or snakes twining round it, used as the symbol of healing by pharmacists down through the ages and up to the present day. Rudolf Steiner said that Raphael is the same being that was known as Mercury and Hermes in antiquity.
Love the poem. It has a stillness that builds, then is broken by those last four words. You almost don't want it to be broken.
F.Y.I. I'm leaving SG anyday now - see you on Facebook or wherever
SULLEN
He is the aroma of the street,
a man with blonde locks like chilled amber,
each strand strangles the drawn lines of his face,
freyed cotton spills from the worn knees of his grey slacks,
receding calmly his hairline broods with Nordic glower,
His eyes like flowers,
purple,
blue,
alive with ice in the power of the glacier.
Cavity's held breath shimmers incandescent azure... Read More
I live inside a cello,
sweet patters of rain upon my chipped tooth;
Breathless Chittle Cherub Chatter hums in the air...
and the bow is drawn to slide down the slivers of wire from top to toe.
They are spun from the loose threads of my rain coat,
plucked with a well lit slight of hand.
Dabbling in knee soup-ette's,
I asked our burlesque heart,... Read More
That's an old photo of me but I'm re-growing the growth at the moment. I'm going for a dapper-gent-in-a-three-piece-suit sort of beard. Sculpting with the razor's a bitch, though.
'Winter Light' is superb. 'The Seventh Seal' I've only seen once, many years ago, and it didn't really sink in. 'The Silence' may be my favourite, or 'Through a Glass, Darkly'. Though I have a soft spot for 'Summer with Monika'. Fuck, they're all class.
Yes'm, let's exchange numbers nearer the time and we'll find a day and time that suits us both. I don't drink/frequent pubs, though, did you know that? Pubs during the day are okay. Obviously they're so full of debauchery and such that if I went in in the evening I would be lost, God save me So wait and see whereabouts you'll be staying or where you'll be near and we'll pick some dive or other.
Just to let you guys know I won't be renewing my membership on SG. Life has become too hectic of late and I can't use it as much as I previously enjoyed. I may be back at some point in the future. If you wish to stay in contact or send me your great poems etc then lets set up an email list where the... Read More
I sat at the concert of souls with a cast of characters I had surmised entirely (although maybe not entirely) from my fictions. I rested on my paws, blue guitar in hand, it was a resonant neon-sounding instrument on which I could pluck a melody of baby hair and screws with equal delight and disorder, the growing echoes of a crowd swelling below in the... Read More
thats fucking awesome.. seriously..
i was just looking through my friends list at people i hadnt talk to and thought id say hi.. cuz its rude not to huh!!??
ahaha.
so i hope things r cool and maybe chat sometime =]] xxxx
This could be a long read, a collage of poetry over several years of my most serious relationship. Make of it what you will and forgive the naievty in places, most of it is very old!
I awake from another malaise too weak to argue back, I hear another stranger ringing the door bell, Life is a constant cycle of inhibitions... Read More
Allusive Maybe too much. Feels like something that's had bits cut out to make it fit into something. Needs to be more drawn out, for me, more specific. But that's maybe not the point of it, yes?
So wait and see whereabouts you'll be staying or where you'll be near and we'll pick some dive or other.
another poet bites the dust.
Yeah back now - god this whole working constantly thing aint that fun! been at it 2 days and it feels like 6th week!!!! Living with a friend now so its more fun/distracting and my chair has a v definite ass print after my mammoth latin/essay day today...
xxx
That sounds awesome! Just give me the details and I'll be there....ooo...what do I wear?
xx