THE SINGULARITY
When I am running
the singularity
is all that matters,
my body tied in motion pounding the beat of the heart
into the tarmac underfoot.
the heat of the skin warmed by perspiration
glistens in the eye of the runner,
the course swept in light rain
and invective winds.
The knowing half smile exchanged with other furrowers.
Glimmered in the coincidental rotations of...
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When I am running
the singularity
is all that matters,
my body tied in motion pounding the beat of the heart
into the tarmac underfoot.
the heat of the skin warmed by perspiration
glistens in the eye of the runner,
the course swept in light rain
and invective winds.
The knowing half smile exchanged with other furrowers.
Glimmered in the coincidental rotations of...
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gigondas:
Damn. I was goin' for 'hurtful.'
CUCINA CONTADINA
The young bride's lips hunch and curve
tears into the glass bowl memorial,
dead spouses
craving one last brush of the cheek,
embraces that make the day longer and the half-life shorter.
Come day,
come the peace of peals aloud,
manila pages scented
by bananas left out in the sun too long,
the charcoaled wood of the picnic bench
supping grazed lichen fallen...
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The young bride's lips hunch and curve
tears into the glass bowl memorial,
dead spouses
craving one last brush of the cheek,
embraces that make the day longer and the half-life shorter.
Come day,
come the peace of peals aloud,
manila pages scented
by bananas left out in the sun too long,
the charcoaled wood of the picnic bench
supping grazed lichen fallen...
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gigondas:
Luscious.
DOWN THE MOUNTAIN
Of trees and shadows,
the tears of a brook curling through the curvatures of Ben Nevis.
So,
I sit,
I smoke,
I unbarrell the flask of stewed tea,
I take a shit.
The roots of grass underneath my belly
feel suited and soothed by a nip of scotch added to the brew
from the dusty bottle I nursed all through the winter....
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Of trees and shadows,
the tears of a brook curling through the curvatures of Ben Nevis.
So,
I sit,
I smoke,
I unbarrell the flask of stewed tea,
I take a shit.
The roots of grass underneath my belly
feel suited and soothed by a nip of scotch added to the brew
from the dusty bottle I nursed all through the winter....
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EPICERE
Take me to the place
where you do the things you do to men.
True to form,
this time more tangled than the last.
Yet I'm still dampening in the breakers,
brushing each stone
to keep me busy here by the shore.
It was there I sat all silver eared
letting you talk over me,
in the mist of this fear I recognised these...
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Take me to the place
where you do the things you do to men.
True to form,
this time more tangled than the last.
Yet I'm still dampening in the breakers,
brushing each stone
to keep me busy here by the shore.
It was there I sat all silver eared
letting you talk over me,
in the mist of this fear I recognised these...
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gigondas:
You like Townes Van Zandt?
I've been on a bit of a kick lately.
I've been on a bit of a kick lately.
KEATS WAS RIGHT
Locom towns rattle the boy and ball with
smells of dampening death
bedded in looms of wool
woven through her cat's eyes on the roadway.
In so much,
his tableau of pills lined up in a row
grasped frequently under tonight's pillow summon
ballet-esque the weight waters
to wash like slew through
the chips of his tooth
until he realised Keats was...
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Locom towns rattle the boy and ball with
smells of dampening death
bedded in looms of wool
woven through her cat's eyes on the roadway.
In so much,
his tableau of pills lined up in a row
grasped frequently under tonight's pillow summon
ballet-esque the weight waters
to wash like slew through
the chips of his tooth
until he realised Keats was...
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gigondas:
The West is fantastic. Such a different feeling- laid back.
If you have time, you should drive from San Fran to Seattle. Northern California and Oregon are unbelievably fucking gorgeous and you can stop in Portland.
The PDX is way more fun than Seattle.
If you have time, you should drive from San Fran to Seattle. Northern California and Oregon are unbelievably fucking gorgeous and you can stop in Portland.
The PDX is way more fun than Seattle.
gigondas:
The train is cheap. Time consuming though. The view is amazing and trains are such a vital part of the soundtrack of America. Trains and cars.Johnny Cash and Bo Diddley.
Huh.
I'm going back to New York in two weeks.
Huh.
I'm going back to New York in two weeks.
GYPSY LAWS
To the call of the gypsy in the throws of midnight
(I answered)
"yes" I said "I am still drinking the wine"
as though the years between were the passing of time
to when the women I knew felt much more kind,
a sip of rose to teach the law of love from the choices a young girl must make,
the warmth and...
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To the call of the gypsy in the throws of midnight
(I answered)
"yes" I said "I am still drinking the wine"
as though the years between were the passing of time
to when the women I knew felt much more kind,
a sip of rose to teach the law of love from the choices a young girl must make,
the warmth and...
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Burdens pass brick by brick
to the floor in reddening dust,
expectations hook and
run amok
in the place of weak wills and hearts,
the re-recording of your voice patter
is not only flattery
but a matter of utmost sincerity
and inscrutable accuracy,
so too the pink you paint over your nails as we talk,
and the empty echo of cars passing by the window...
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to the floor in reddening dust,
expectations hook and
run amok
in the place of weak wills and hearts,
the re-recording of your voice patter
is not only flattery
but a matter of utmost sincerity
and inscrutable accuracy,
so too the pink you paint over your nails as we talk,
and the empty echo of cars passing by the window...
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The fingertrails in the cracked wash basin
lay unshaven for four days,
clean.
We slipped away in sprightly conversation
over carrot cake and teas,
the electric blue of your eye shadow
matching the t-shirt you wore underneath,
yes,
I noticed.
A rosary passed by the seasons
slight in breath on the back of my door,
ties and affection glitter in pirouettes
like lovers eyes settled...
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lay unshaven for four days,
clean.
We slipped away in sprightly conversation
over carrot cake and teas,
the electric blue of your eye shadow
matching the t-shirt you wore underneath,
yes,
I noticed.
A rosary passed by the seasons
slight in breath on the back of my door,
ties and affection glitter in pirouettes
like lovers eyes settled...
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gigondas:
This is my response.
gigondas:
Sorted then.
It was the swallowing handshake,
that was the thing,
it's then that I knew.
As the neighbour bangs on the ceiling at half past two
I'm here lay in blankets alone with Tiny Dancer
calling
midnight to May.
Now let's get one thing straight,
I don't want you to think I'm unhappy,
but for the first time I feel like he felt.
Weather beaten and...
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that was the thing,
it's then that I knew.
As the neighbour bangs on the ceiling at half past two
I'm here lay in blankets alone with Tiny Dancer
calling
midnight to May.
Now let's get one thing straight,
I don't want you to think I'm unhappy,
but for the first time I feel like he felt.
Weather beaten and...
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Sweet cut butter lays on the edge of my porcelain plate,
spiced apricots in burnished rose and rusty sunrise yellow
sit half eaten like hallows of gold amongst wheat,
the breakfast smile gapes between us
warm and distant.
All we can do to stop our tired heads falling to the table,
elbows twitching nervously at the
misplaced kiss after a good day.
Sunday paper blues...
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spiced apricots in burnished rose and rusty sunrise yellow
sit half eaten like hallows of gold amongst wheat,
the breakfast smile gapes between us
warm and distant.
All we can do to stop our tired heads falling to the table,
elbows twitching nervously at the
misplaced kiss after a good day.
Sunday paper blues...
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