Archive for August, 2009

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31/08/2009

lover of the long skinny    you can’t move for fear of losing luck      hand over heart this is    the best place you have known     have always known you would leave

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30/08/2009

when did we change    Hackney squatters all our wordlies    strewn beside the mattress    walls painted an artist’s wild vision    the day beginning and ending     wondrous uncertainty

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29/08/2009

I am undone anew    by your beauty braid    of dark hair come loose from   Nepalese wool     you balance on ice beside    a ropetow anticipating the sharp    bite of contact

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28/08/2009

coal train    from the coast rumbling    by the edge of town    southern light butter-yellow    the mountains repairing above    Waimakariri’s many braids

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27/08/2009

is it any wonder    broken river tipping back    our heads to glorious heights    till the mountain a silver trick    pulls evening over    our goggled eyes

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26/08/2009

the sky lands for a moment burning    to white a farm roof     rises again humming     this belongs to me

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25/08/2009

today you will not talk    not share a sound    your mother raised birds   and your father played the organ     you leave by degrees dragging    each piece of furniture   from heart to heart