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the blue crane

there are times i wish
you weren't so literal.
when you didn't
become the coroner,
the forensic doctor
and slice into your flesh
and dig around for it

for the words, the poems,
the entrails of phrases
and make them seem
such a hopeless lot.
the type you would
sign off deaths,
with a definitive
'yeah this one
was never saveable'

and i wonder why
you even want a woman
or remember the one
who took your insides
and stitched them to hers,
while telling you lies
about how it hurt her eyes
to read your words,
why you even needed
to write a poem
about her
or two or three

or why it takes you
more than three times
as long as anyone
to work out you are
still breathing and
still walking like a
blue crane does,
stumbling through
the waterlilies in africa.
how you don't care,
you've never cared for
why the children die
and why divorce is
made more for women
as if the man is always wrong.
the reasons you look to fight
when even the biggest guy
doesn't want to raise his fist,
not because he doesn't care;
because to fight you
is to prove it all correct,
that you are right
and no one has any
redeeming value

it's a love of
saving creatures,
of wading in to mud
a thousand mile deep,
plunging hands in
to see if anything
can be pulled to the surface
and i don't want to be
visiting you next year
right beside Bukowski
who said 'don't try'
and yours which will say

'thanks
i didn't'

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I bid you welcome... I'll be looking for more of your stuff. Anyone who writes of Bukowski has my attention, short as it is.

Love the blue crane sticking out like a sore thumb. ;-)

~A

Thanks Kailashana, Yep Bukowski rocks in my book, and thank you for the welcome I am thrilled to be here in the relaunch of this site, looks like it will be great fun and rewarding to write here. I will check out your writing as well :)

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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Thank you so much for those comments, I have felt right at home here within hours of joining and I look forward to the journey.

Chez

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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That's quite an inaugural post. Welcome on board.

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'Break, break break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea.'

Everyone has been so kind and welcoming, it already feels like I am part of the furniture and I quite like to lounge lol ;)

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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I'm probably a wall ornament hahaha

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'Break, break break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea.'

I always think of my grandma's three ducks flying on the wall....lol

Chez
"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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sitting on a hallway table at home.... what are the odds!

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'Break, break break on thy cold grey stones, O Sea.'

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