Pillow
There's nothing I can't find under there.
Voices in the trees, the missing pages
of the sea.
Everything but sleep.
And night is a river bridging
the speaking and listening banks,
a fortress, undefended and inviolate.
There's nothing that won't fit under it:
fountains clogged with mud and leaves,
the houses of my childhood.
And night begins when my mother's fingers
let go of the thread
they've been tying and untying
to touch toward our fraying story's hem.
Night is the shadow of my father's hands
setting the clock for resurrection.
Or is it the clock unraveled, the numbers flown?
Ther's nothing that hasn't found home there:
discarded wings, lost shoes, a broken alphabet.
Everything but sleep. And night begins
with the first beheading
of the jasmine, its captive fragrance
rid at last of burial clothes.
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Darkness engulfed the night like a thick blanket of icy blackness. No stars overhead to light the long highway. Nothing but darkness and the winding road to greet Ally as she d2255 lines, 21 comments, September 9, 2002. In <200 lines, Crime
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It had been a whole week since I had seen or heard from J.C. That was not like him at all, but neither was smoking pot. If he won’t come to me, I will just have to go to him. I1800 lines, 9 comments, March 5, 2002. In <200 lines, Fantasy
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Mr Vertical on July 22intimacy-
to close my eyes
is to know there is nothing else besides you
for even in this dark I think of you.
as these shadows have made me long for tenderness’ touch
that my hand caresses the silhouette of your thigh
shoulders paling ‘neath the moon – stardust woven into your hair
that even as my lips lay voiceless against your skin
your cheek lies cool upon my pillow.
then so your words tumble effortlessly into my ear
as I consider the gentleness within your voice
or is it only that my heart trembles -
to be next to you
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Mr Vertical on May 17
Rapture
does beauty sleep alone
that her leaves have all fallen in the night
and her trees shiver quietly in their newfound nakedness
and yet not so immodest is my wind
that it caresses the starkness her limbs then bare
clouds churn in this half light
rolling barrels of thick black smoke spinning on the horizon
oil upon water; delicately contorting the dawn
with the soft and wistful mutiny of silent revolution
the sun begrudgingly awakens
its pride subdued by the currents of its reckless circumstance
it is not but a shadow of its self as it clambers listlessly into the sky
treading the waters of its own light
and the streets scurry with ocher
umberings of motherless children chased along by the wind
the air tepid is yet sweet with their laughter
and I am haunted by inflection as her soul gathers in the twilight
of my shadow
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Mr Vertical on May 3brightened belle -
let down the sun in your hair
and dance with me in the moonlight
as we set sway to the laughter of falling leaves
and the lonesome jubilee of owl song
then darken your eyes and kiss me but once
if only you to see the sparkle in mine
and be the stillness in my arms
‘til the morning
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Brian N : Heyas on March 27*bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* *bounce* !
Your girls are getting so big! Conor is 14 months old now .. wow, what a year it has been. He is growing up so fast that I can hardly believe myself. I'm back for a bit and will have to catch up on your work!
Later,
B
