apad 16

Apr. 16th, 2006 09:37 am
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bat flies in swift dark
loops;flittering joys in the
twilight and then leaves

apad 14

Apr. 14th, 2006 12:00 am
bardiphouka: (Default)
The best game
ever that
when he woke up
he broke up with her
Because there is so much darkness

Around the room the scattered tables
merge the tentative touch of skin on
skin merges with the talk of
relationships by those who have
barely had relationships with
themselves

the pattern of development of
perhaps and maybe shattered in
the shy moments the centre
quiet
still
for now it holds
and the balance is maintained

apad 13

Apr. 13th, 2006 08:23 am
bardiphouka: (Default)
He lumbers ancient leviathan
cane protuding through the
conversations knocking them
into each other

It is all just spiritual crap
Except nobody has the time to

You have to have the right points
to have a good character but
It is all about sex

He lumbers on,suspenders keeping
himself together blundering
trying to drink the room into
focus he is still the
large dark shadowm of
someone else's past/

apad 12

Apr. 12th, 2006 12:23 am
bardiphouka: (Default)
I tell them my dream
and they call it lonely
in the dream I sit in
a crowded room, this room
awash with the scent of
coffee and ale and
conversations that will
scatter across fractured
memories at first light
I sit in this alone

and in the reality
the sound is a
human surf that
lulls me into a
state of comfort.

apad 11

Apr. 11th, 2006 05:16 am
bardiphouka: (dudley)
She turns with black
metal crystal and
freezes slices of
each moment this
is her world the
process of restoring
creation to
those created

it is the camera
which is the observer
she herself merely
touches the button
and slides into the
inbetween moments

recorded and recorder
and this was the night when
and this was the night when
and for the time it takes
the shutter
it is that night again

apad 10

Apr. 10th, 2006 11:58 am
bardiphouka: (Default)
Tucked into the corner the
soft sound of hook and yarn

They sit amidst coffee and ale
and skeins slowly being absorbed

from loose wool in catlove balls
to something created amidst

their conversations in the wood
and ale and each other's company

They knit their words into the wool
quietly tucking the gentle laughter

They are knitting tomorrows they
are knitting friendship

They are knitting bonds as they
sit tucked into the corner.

apad 9

Apr. 9th, 2006 03:03 pm
bardiphouka: (Default)
Not so much the unexpected but the unusual
she sits on the sofa of unexpected depth
without depth she sits in imitation
of Edwardian debutantes out of the country

for the weekend and hoping to be
considered a flapper if only
for this one night in dim lights
and the slipslung alcoholic spurts

of men to be gathering in loud
hopes of cutting through the
background of the music and
each other to be the one

the sofa yields to the aspirations
the sofa has yielded to better

apad 8

Apr. 8th, 2006 12:41 pm
bardiphouka: (trader)
Some nights
I let my paranoia loose
like a small dog
that deserves a treat

it yips
its way
through the tables
and maneating sofas

Some nights
I let my paranoia loose
and it whispers of truths
and halftruths in the

night of repeating strangers

apad 6

Apr. 6th, 2006 01:11 am
bardiphouka: (knightcon)
They pose as real
they recite poetry
they do dramatic readings
in between the small dramas
of each other
she reaches over and
examines the poetry of
his skin with her lips

he does not notice the
poetry orders another
drink from inside his
well rehearsed shell

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