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Archive for September, 2012

Sunday, September 30th, 2012

 

… but to explain

has was never my intention, nor was it my intention

to describe how I watch the years go by.

Saturday, September 29th, 2012

 

Only with the arrival (imagine an ocean liner pulling into a parking bay outside the new shopping mall) of October and its unfeeling certainties will transparency finally condescend to bully me with its presence. I am reminded of how I once fell to my knees to await a blessing and awoke to see my mother hanging over me all but obscured by a thick fog.

Friday, September 28th, 2012

 

Yes, it’s important. If it’s ignored

it will fester and eventually die. At best

it will fade and eventually disappear.

Yes, it should be cared for and nurtured and allowed to blossom in its own time.

Thursday, September 27th, 2012

 

I wake myself with dreams, doom myself with hope, seduce myself with lies, caress myself with terrible weather. I charm myself with bliss, trick myself with mirrors, feed myself with flesh, abandon myself with quiet satisfaction.

Wednesday, September 26th, 2012

 

THINGS I HAVE NEVER DONE IN MY LIFE (4)

 

In all my life I have never courted

a courtesan. Shall I die filled with regret

for all I have not done?

Tuesday, September 25th, 2012

 

It was alright to come along (sensational)

but what there was to hold on to (firmly, childlike)

was of vapour. Falling from (absence of parachute)

the ceiling. Be here with me at this time. (Thank you!)

Monday, September 24th, 2012

 

I would spend Summer in my head and then discover I have a head of Winter.

Sunday, September 23rd, 2012

 

Waking to phantasms! The wondrous

of everything and blissful excitement of all.

Shape alongside a sensation to touch.

Selected Homes of Hank O’Mara. The plum

in mouth of excellent fruitful times.

Saturday, September 22nd, 2012

 

Secure in the knowledge that solitude is not a punishment. Happy for the moment to pass unnoticed  by anyone. Content to be hidden behind a pile of things you cannot name.

Friday, September 21st, 2012

 

The sedan. The hand put forth. The sandwich.

The shadow. The heavy footstep. The sloop.

The secret. The haunting flute. The silence.