why not associates
Pigeons and Peacocks 2
It's always darkest
before the dawn.
But things are going to
be just dandy. I promise.
Warrior Queen,
you're looking fierce.
Monday, 31 August 2009
why not associates
why not associates
Pigeons and Peacocks 2
It's always darkest
before the dawn.
But things are going to
be just dandy. I promise.
Warrior Queen,
you're looking fierce.
Thursday, 27 August 2009
Wednesday, 26 August 2009
Fuck
O, take me to the Countryside,
and give me something that is alive.
Rub the mud into my skin -
revive my flesh with words akin
to,
everything that's green and pleasant in this bloody land.
City old, cankering, mew,
sounds and noise and me and you.
Crush it out with spuds and shit,
matter organic, rot and pith.
Fuck the party.
Fuck the news.
Fuck the road.
Fuck change.
Even -
fuck staying the same.
Instead remember that death and life,
all began in the countryside.
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
At the party
Unrhymed, unrhythmical, the chatter goes:
Yet no one hears his own remarks as prose.
Beneath each topic tunelessly discussed
The ground-bass is reciprocal mistrust.
The names in fashion shuttling to and fro
Yield, when deciphered, messages of woe.
You cannot read me like an open book.
I'm more myself than you will ever look.
Will no one listen to my little song?
Perhaps I shan't be with you very long.
A howl for recognition, shrill with fear,
Shakes the jam-packed apartment, but each ear
Is listening to its hearing, so none hear.
W.H. Auden
Thursday, 20 August 2009
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
Saturday, 15 August 2009
Friday, 14 August 2009
Monday, 10 August 2009
And when will you sleep?
I slept sweetly unpretending
that the night was always ending
she breathes lightly right next to me
and I dreamed of her inside of me
and in my dream she sang so sweetly
a melody I hope to sing
so enslaved by her sweet wonder
it cut my legs and fingered hunger
she sang my name and so engulfed
and I cried and felt my legs fail
in her arms I trembled electric
and she let me and she held me
then waking she was older still
and holds my love against its will
in spell cast with her palms extended
cursed love is never ended
cursed eyes are never closing
cursed arms are never closing
cursed children never rising
cursed me never despising
oh I am loving always holding
epic song it tells of how
of she and I are living now
Sunday, 9 August 2009
Saturday, 8 August 2009
Friday, 7 August 2009
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Sunday, 2 August 2009
Saturday, 1 August 2009
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