your eyes have held a mockery: March 2014

Mystery is the staple of our design.

Calling.

High-end and comfortable.

Stunning beyond bolder.

Step forth.

Yes its our calling.

New love

wrapped around your finger.

Geometric is our undoing.

The heat and the rumble

and the crud in the lung.

One week. One time. One

ounce. Once... Shhh...

Hold me.

An absolute disaster.

Everyone...get it?

A ticking time bomb shine!

Take a look

All round any corner.

All round any world.

I walked through flowers-

past Calvin Klein

reclining nudes

and airport eyes.

A monolith of inked up

pages.

A girl with doctored sleeves.

A boy swah swimming.

100 plus.

Languages

and dialects.

Only 1

motor bike insight.

Grimy Red Cross diary.

Bound by a string

some writing by Shakespeare?

Security with gapped up faces

enough to get a knuckle wedged.

How a hand can carefully

block the wind

whilst spitting from a train

window what looks

like Dracula blood.

Shwe means gold.

And something else means tall.

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We sat

in silence

Not a private sitting

with the gulls

and the crashing of waves

and the salt mist

Not even

Not beauty or corpse

Not even guilt or shame

Remorse not even remorse

All the finger tips of the world

reaching back

To the remote right

Law

before drip-dry

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It Makes me think

I can live with this

This dark cold morsel

Particle of particals

I can go out

there

And mingle

And mosh

And glide.....to the next

negative space

I will Light a candle

in a niche

of a cavern

in a cave

Of a system

That blows the mind

a flickering

Flame

flame the same shape

as a drop

of water or a tear

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like emeralds---- Myanmar 1/14

We were like emeralds floating
in the flesh
of her ripe face.
Even so
was personality.
Allowing us
to undress
her drift.
Good-day!
Out had caught up with us.
A vacuum gurgle
like Jello
through a straw.
We waved lemon's lime
to the jam in her
stretched-strong arms.

We were the droplets
letting on aluminum.
Slinking down her
Mountain Dew.

We eddied C O 2
with a horny repetition.
We were like the whipped
spewing out her cream
broad nose.
She drew us
legs
We were the chaise
of her lounging
plush tongue.

Sent from my corn flakes