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Sunday, February 28, 2010

IN THE TIME AFTER DREAMS IN THREE SLEEPS

A PHOTO CHARADE OF A DELICATE MIND

Drift and a synchronised control
Of my feet and hands ... walk the walk
Heartbeats and music in the essence of
Captured and quartered ... forever

Sheet music as solitude and escalator
The well-made chance of comfort in this
Random stereo of a conquered imagination
Divinity in all and ancient shadows aglow

What single drop of meek colour and ambition
As percussion and light in short histories
But when we all awake ... I hope nothing
Has changed in the flow of poetic incidence

The old sirens on red horses no longer incite
The Odysseus in us all ... the moment of lily flutes
And mist dragons has come and gone in a high
Favourite note of a celebrated film score

The music descends from over the bricked wall
Standing still before an execution in exhumations
Riding the photo charade of a delicate mind
And after the third movement ... no more

End


TURNS

An initial visibility is undone
In the middle of assembled thoughts
Of the repetition of wooden bricks
And brass fittings ... the iron abode
Is in an hour long created lockdown
That consumes all strength ...
Confined in distortion of painted
Sunflowers and the cold of metal
A simple exuberance of movement
With the weapons of insane ghosts
The textured static from the mouth
Of future museums procreate more
Of unpainted changes in light ...
With artificial minds - they call
The hieroglyphs as Vincent is burning

End


IN THE ABSENCE OF E

When the E is in disservice - it disperses
Into a dissolve of nothing ... in nothing
With it - all beginning with the E ...

Eggs disappear from restaurant menus
And in its wake - all chicken flesh
Is in outline ...
In the vacuum replaced with the clap of
Thunder - inhabiting their space ...

Elephants are no more but pictures in
School books - did they really exist?
All Exits - blocked now with the
Absence of E ... when you awake
Tomorrow ... the alphabet will be
Reconfigured for the language to
Sound like that of an alien sigh ...

Here is the poetry of the absence of E ...

T_nd_rn_ss Knows no lon_lin_ss
Innoc_nc_ knows no f_ar
On_ simpl_ touch ... soaring th_ suns_t
W_ ar_ cloth_d

An unspoil_d punishm_nt
L_av_s your mind cl_ar
And fad_s with an ov_rflowing
Gaz_ of oblivion in th_ abs_nc_ of ...

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