APAD 30

Apr. 30th, 2008 06:23 am
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caravan fire night

Cross her palm with silver
and she will tell a fortune
with lovers dark and comeply
turning night into quicksilver

Cross her palm with gold
and she will tell a fortune
with fortunes that spin your world
into a wealth bright as the sun

Cross her palm with love
and she will tell the truth
before drawing you by her hand
to the fire and the moon

APAD 24

Apr. 24th, 2008 12:12 am
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Jude

slim shoulder naked
but for the carnival lights
and the soft shimmer sheen
of red hair spilling out
on the soft edge of bare skin

Under my fingers as you move
into a gentle embrace is
the feeling of comfort
with no edge of potential
just two friends under
the moon with coffee

APAD 23

Apr. 23rd, 2008 06:25 am
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Monochrome

Even under fullmoon
the pole lights along the viaduct
hugging the river are vague
the halogen defused by fog into
into cateyed yellow as they whisper
to each other while waiting
for dawn to collect the light
like gossip for the morning sun

APAD 21

Apr. 21st, 2008 06:36 am
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fogbound

There is nothing delicate nothing
catfancied about this fog it
surges out from the river like
a quiet invading army, covering
the buildings, the streets
our primal hope for morning
set aside in the thick
grey
tendrils

APAD 19

Apr. 19th, 2008 06:25 am
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4AM

Closing on false dawn
watching the shadows
slimming the poles
above the car park.

I feel an empathy
remember you and
the shadow you tried
to make me into.

APAD 27

Apr. 17th, 2008 06:25 am
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Surge

I know,you know that it has been said
that time is not always a river
sometimes it is a tidal pool

what they do not mention is
the nature of ebb and flow
the returning of old memories
we do not always want and
the taking of new things we
had just begun to appreciate

sometimes time is tidal
all silt and seashells

APAD 16

Apr. 16th, 2008 06:28 am
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local

3PM on this street is not my street
there are no memories whispering in fog
or dreams in counterpoint to moonlight
at 3PM the street is full of the
cacophony of children running
helter skelter toward the future.

APAD 14

Apr. 14th, 2008 06:09 am
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reasons


Sex

sometimes sex is about
the joy of sex of
snatching for one
(or three) brief moments
planned paradise

Sometimes sex is about
the world getting so
full of stress
that it must be releaved
the pressure lessened

sometimes sex is about
loving each other so much
that every breath touch
skin cannot bear seperation
and broaches it

and sometimes sex
is about
sex

APAD 10

Apr. 10th, 2008 06:23 am
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different connections


What would you do
if the rainbow had issues
deep in its waiting
pocketdark it dreams
of Greek godhood
of seperating the
colours of its passion
and wrapping the bodies
of beautiful women
in bright bonds
of pain and pleasure

On waking of course
it would tender
abject apologies
and spread its united
self across the sky
except perhaps
that one tiny dark
corner that nobody
sees dreaming
of godhood.

APAD 3

Apr. 3rd, 2008 06:23 am
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3 AM


but forget Eliot
great poet but
a bit more than
a bit of a fascist

and besides 3 AM
is not what it was
for the St Louis Anglo
across the back street

in a sudden explosion
a sporadic flock of
low riders and high hems
races their own volume

running not to
but from the dawn in an
effort to keep this abandon
this wild freedom

bound and kept forever

APAD 2

Apr. 2nd, 2008 06:38 am
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whiskey

The years in rough riot swirl
in their loud abandon polishing
the dreams into memories

or sharp shards silvered
of what might
or what could

leaving us in the end
flotsam: a jumble of
bare bones wating for the tide.

APAD 1

Apr. 1st, 2008 06:27 am
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in momento mori

the hammered brass mounted
to crumbling brick is
complacent

It could be read
It could be remembered
the lines of dedication
to the dead of forgotten war
could be thought of or

it can be a plate
of hammered breass mounted
to crumbling brick,complacent
and waiting daylight.

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