An Ahara. |
Melodic soft trill of a voice, and coal warmth.Face glows a little to the long journey,paused now, everything seems paused, suspended.
Pictures hang on the wall,with a slight fading, as memories.Frame...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Sep 2006 17:17:00 GMT |
'Hollow talk.' |
Hollow talk.
Straightened postureand a token gesture,pass in arcs.
A swift fragile motion, at the point of breaking,but drawn quick.A voice like a surface touching mist.
Open and cold,the memory seals...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 12:31:00 GMT |
Between illegible lines. |
Between illegible lines.
Hands disconnect, I feel at rest.Smudged to a stain, onto these palms,upturned in front.It's numbers, blunt.
I cant read from it.Through a blur of detail,I talk and feel talki...
Posted by on Sat, 27 May 2006 17:33:00 GMT |
'Brow furrowed...' |
Brow furrowed.
Rubbing eyes awake,
their stolen moments
now a need.
There are no wants now.
Talk of rings, bits of paper.
Adjusts his drink.
A voice can only ask,
and some things cannot ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Apr 2006 05:10:00 GMT |
'The Still Room.' |
The Still Room.
I stand by the washbasin
of a four star hotel's restaurant.
The stars are not a clue,
to the quality of the food.
This is the waiter's ground.
Where the silver cutlery,
...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Apr 2006 05:06:00 GMT |
'Jam jars.' new one. |
Jam jar lid removal.
It is a trait the world over,of men of any age,that jam jar lid removal,is a coveted stage.
No man is happierthan when he's opened a lidwhich no-one else could shift.
Men are at t...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Apr 2006 18:00:00 GMT |
'E A Poe' new one. |
I don't think he ever hit the surfaceas a person, as a man.I think that's a sad thing.Beauty did die to him.He lost it very early on,and events stopped him,from being able to get it backand have it st...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Apr 2006 18:21:00 GMT |
'Sneak from the small wild...' Twenty-seven. |
Sneak from the small wild.
Go to where the concrete swells,
across the cold vile,
where panic comes in the open.
Leaving cries of hunger behind,
that still weigh heavy.
Dart across where dange...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Apr 2006 16:53:00 GMT |
'The old Catford gun shop.' New one. |
The old Catford gun shop.
They replaced the old Catford gun shop
with what seems, at first glance, a cafe.
But painted a bit of an offensive colour,
I'm parched, so for convenience sake.
...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Apr 2006 08:15:00 GMT |
'Economics.' Twenty-six. |
Economics.
Wealth seems in relation:
Like sets of scales,
between every person and nation,
business and government.
Though banks invent money to lend.
What active imaginations.
If we equ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Apr 2006 21:31:00 GMT |
