Archive for November, 2009

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30/11/2009

at the edge of order events    threaded on a narrative line    the nape of your neck     the ghost of a scar    a repetition for a haunted city    this is what memory recovers

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29/11/2009

a drunk shuffles a jig   shouting for de Valera    the windows cloud and steam   rain booms overhead    every stop a final coda

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28/11/2009

I am writing    a history of insects    of salt spray churches   of family cemeteries and wild surf    breaking across the bar   like a endless rosary

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27/11/2009

indictors of summer    the scent of christmas needles    bagpipes practicing in the park    sundress silhouettes   the highwire cleaners stop to admire

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26/11/2009

it is your good fortune    like a scientist weighing     the physics of emotion     exercising a romantic intention

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25/11/2009

perhaps today I will swim home    like Burt Lancaster in The Swimmer     pool to pool suburb by suburb     exercising a weightless separation

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24/11/2009

morning stone carried with you    as a piece of planet    earthed in cotton the end    brings scant suprise    lashed to a palm in hope    and fear they say the wind    can reach force nine in an hour