Plan of CampaignEyes flicker Back and forth... sifting, calculating Sliding smooth in chutes of platitudes Placating, manoeuvring in our own steel websPlan of Campaign
Lips part With platitudes in chiselled grooves of expectation Polished porcelain mechanisms grate onwards, towards They're objective, narration Wanting to make their world
Words dance Carefully planned steps, partner firmly clasped Moving according to the pattern of their neurotic neuronics Commanding their drones, marching with their own programming Yes. No. Maybe. Perhaps.
The AppointmentThe patient surveys the surgery, in mild disgust; it is cramped, and the proprietor doesn't seem to be organised, or indeed qualified. The walls are covered not by certificates of the doctor's achievements, but by a myriad of bookcases. The patient observes that the books are not ordered in any fashion, with battered-looking copies of psychiatric notes stacked next to books on philosophy, and many other topics; some polished tomes of Plato, slim volumes of discourse by Rousseau, and many well-thumbed children's books, with Rowling, Pullman and even some half-destroyed copies of Milne and Hughes in evidence. The patient turns to the beThe Appointment
How WonderfulMind-timeTickMind-time
Slamdown to blackness Wet, cold, but brimming with promise Smiling faces in hallowed places in orbit of the seemingly frozen clock
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Hours drawn out by mouths Months sundered in words dancing with pursed lips, slipping The tide of seconds, eroding my prints on steps
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Sliver snakes and gold biting hard, transparent words falling by the wistful wayside, and I flee Glowering white falling from the sky caressed by the hands and feet of the clock into tracts of rottenness
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Untitled-a love poem.Untitled-a love poem
There are sun-spattered rivers in those creases, that first nervous plunge into shaded August waters
as you watched, befuddled by my virginity
Quiet waters played Christ to the tensions, buoying the sunset,
the balls of your cheeks Treefrogs whispered harmonies to crickets on the shore,
a soothing hum at the base of our skulls
We should have honeymooned in those waters, baptized ourselves symbiotic and swum &nb
God is great!
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