Tag Archives: Return


fashions for forgetting  

lonely is not a state of being

but being without

planted among the crises

which continuously bloom

born out of winter

the crawling wind takes love

turns of a two-pence

and ‘hey’ he said 

walking swiftly along the equilibrium

sequin bellasandrian 

we call our mothers

mother and trail lights

red and blue and the sudden drop

and green and blue and blue

and red wither 

to      step     out

amongst the asphalt and afternoon drinkies

seized by the longing for guilt and other histories

the stinging sweetness casts into the ebb

we fall apart 

smacking our lips to the sound of snares and hi-hats 

losing the breeched vocal irregularities

it is unavoidable

it is the undeniable that makes us believe

in the turning point crackle

tear up

poor ponder

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we fold and push

paper from one world

to the next

our sentiments are a bleedin heart ache

a crowded room

where i have let myself fall to the wayside

that ditchfull


had your fill full

under the goings on

the force of stories

told as humorous

here is the laughing pile

taken to the stocks

some moments before




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where we are    now

is a state of mirrored goals

taking deep breathes and and

finding our feet in relation to history

and        and

seeking solace in the fact

that our lives contain a garden

and space

and regular delivers


these walls were built

when people were given, what I consider, the very basics

what I have

is what you should have

and and

what we should all have                is time in the sun

the birds come

and gather and eat and fly away

and I feel a great sense of loss

if this was a TV show

soft doleful notes would accompany me

for fates and friends       hang in the balance

the lines caught in the breeze

the turned earth

a sign

of progress


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