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Ostensible Truth: December 2012
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Monday, 31 December 2012. The Melodrama of Solidity. The sky doesn’t laugh anymore,. But folds autumnal and crisp in our palms,. Papery and fish-bone thin;. Its brittle horizon safer in copper resign,. As we ice things, sober on chalk,. All holes, friction and discontent,. Hedge our clouds in a tumorous fashion -. A windless artillery against this stale skyline. And the birds are nestless,.
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Ostensible Truth: August 2011
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Sunday, 7 August 2011. Boulevard Blackbird (Breakfast for One). The angels smashed all of my windows. In an attempt to out-do the sky,. Then sat obtuse as gargoyles on the side of the city. And poked around the sleeping stone. That rattled with dream-dealers. And rubble addicts, inhaling pieces of fallen sky. And injecting politics at Café de Paris socials,. The city welcomes all they say;.
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Ostensible Truth: December 2011
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Saturday, 31 December 2011. The children always expect too much of the sand,. And I, too much of the sea. But the surface is unbecoming and so we sit. With shallow lungs and anchored ribs -. Demoted from the waters -. Our strings in disarray; eyes tangled in an undone moon. That dribbles wax soldiers on noose-ready trees and. Blooms uncharacteristically on the beach,. But less than something,.
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Ostensible Truth: May 2014
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Sunday, 18 May 2014. The Haste of Yellow. Summer took the first bite. I recline, a bruised mushroom. Peeling shamelessly in this musty kiln. Of faceless wasps. I threaten to explode. To inflate to the size of a Roman God, all red-eyed. With the sale of Pompeii; but the bite was non-committal,. As It bloats recklessly along the suburban midriff,. Of a light-drunk cicada. Us sitting eye to eye,.
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Ostensible Truth: January 2012
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Monday, 9 January 2012. On The Box and Deciding Not To Be. The box is back. Made of bone and sea-skin,. Its skull floating in Israeli sand and its. Stomach full of Peyote soldiers who nest. In tiny metal cocoons and chew on cordite clouds atop. Descaled mountains buried in copper skies. I hear them sometimes,. When the box is sleeping,. Whisper-shouting as they head off to war. It smells like th...
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Ostensible Truth: September 2011
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Surreal rambles from CrazyTown - "like Kerouac, Plath and Dali had a love child and named it 3 grams of coke". Saturday, 3 September 2011. Monday In My Eye. I’ve a Monday in my eye,. Bloated and cancerous,. Sipping from my vision and obscuring. The limpid cell I built myself,. With skinless walls and curtained bars. I’m disappointed with my depression,. It promised to deal with the ghost I abandoned on the tube. And melt the cystic snow that sticks to my face. But it hasn’t. and the evening. I’m ba...
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rockpool poetry | Page 2
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Newer posts →. June 14, 2015 · 8:21 am. Tonight, I will write,. About the girl who disappeared,. How she would fade in front of us,. One moment a solid bundle,. Of skin and bone, brain and muscle,. Then a blur of a girl. That no game could hold,. No skipping rope tether. Her eyes would leave first;. Wide, glassy, fringed by the dark,. Fluttering, shuttering out the world,. Seeing only the pictures. Painted on the inside. Then her ears;. Small and neat,. Her head cocked,. To scoop up the murmurings. Filed...
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Verse Escape: Lapland's Summer
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Saturday, January 1, 2011. Lapland Landscape with Marsh Cotton,. Muonio, Lapland, 2010. In Lapland, all that grows blooms swiftly. Earth, grass, barley, and stunted birch. These matters I have often pondered. As I look upon lives of this folk. Why doth all that is fair with us wither. And that which is glorious die? Why have we so many madmen? Why so few who play on a lyre? Why do our men everywhere fall. Like hay – men of hope and men true,. Of aspiration, of heart, men all moulder. Eino Leino (1878R...
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Beachanny By The Sea: Blue Butterfly
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Beachanny By The Sea. Primarily for poetry and illustrations. Thursday, September 8, 2011. I am led to a pool by a blue butterfly. The path there runs uphill through struggle and sorrow. At the pool I seek answers within its deep sky;. I am given a sword which I'll only borrow. The path next continues through struggle and sorrow. With a blue butterfly to lead me and guide me,. I carry the sword gift which I'll only borrow;. In its blade lies the truth shining bright here beside me. This was much more dif...
