¡ INDIGO OLÉ ! |
Sparrow & Dolores Ch. 1 ¡ INDIGO OLÉ ! Start to bleed, now late at last. Last: here alas, let the idle stay weary, born tired, bent wide. How could this writing do anything for you or for me? ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 22:27:00 GMT |
Pulling On Death |
Sparrow & Dolores Chapter Two.The day Sparrow met Dolores was a windy one, she standing at a tram stop with her hair dancing. Sparrow wandered up, and Dolores asked him the time. He lifted his sle...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 22:25:00 GMT |
The Blanket Bay Massacre |
Father O Father, why so enormous?the Apollo Bay beaches are littered with smashed bonessee this huge aching smeared out along coastlines?the sand drenched with bleeding and filtered through dreamtime....
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 18:51:00 GMT |
The First Is The Last |
The first is the last and the last is dependentdecided upon a sort of unendinginvolvement in echodivided by shadowimpasse of the harsh light as seen all around youlouder than sirens and thinner than f...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 19:28:00 GMT |
Disorientation |
Having etertained the idea of identitylanguage maintains its full dividualityin the face of surmountable odds.And anyway, since the past is once again dead and goneall projects are henceforth declared...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 20:27:00 GMT |
Detachment |
As the insect in the webevery struggle every hopeis a message out to death:"I am where you want me most".If instead to silence heldmight be but a seed that fell;search within for solvent cluewith this...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 20:42:00 GMT |
The Future |
Picture possibility reality at lastFigure actuality a fragment of the pastImage ambiguity a figment of the penReckon readibility illiterate againExpert in authoritySwinging in symmetrySematics be biga...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 20:37:00 GMT |
The Dark Side Of The Sun |
Light distracts from vision's sightThe black inside of insight's lightAnd thinking thought another oneUpon the dark side of the sun.
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 20:30:00 GMT |
The Distance Stake |
Language tongues me round aboutwith gable threats and twisted linkshidden harmed inside the partshidden hived in equal debtssplit the sliver down betweenseal the gift with chilling tapemade as much as...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 18:10:00 GMT |
The Entire Alteration |
Seven counts and image outit's as if all seven slipon the way to having been.You can see - they're old, it has been goodthe god that came was made of woodwood of the best stick!and every turn is just ...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 18:16:00 GMT |
