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hallway with its barren bulb
a purse with its tourniquet
holster band
on a painted curled hooked
showing brass like
a smiling fang

We lived it up
for its worth like a bang

eating feuilletee
while the radiator sang
like angels
and the poignant
chimney vents
climbed like souls
in the crystalline
vision of a tall
single window view

a broken moon
clung to the heir
of its throne
shone white
like sandblown

fat snores
on thin
bruised shins
the night
has come
to claim
what the day
could win

an angel
in the crypt
lights stash
arm flung
out tired
and crashed

the jewelled
and worn
the pouted
and warm

slip away
up past the
vintage three
phase poles

the coldshattered
like dead flowers
in the bowls

a dainty crucifix
in the swirl
of the dark
of hair

we are
lost in
the depths
of lairs

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an enjoyable read
great descriptive
you speak of the normal things of life, and give them such poetical circumstance - always beautifully written

Thank you Steven
Love judy

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

the more I go into the real of My lair...and write fiction..
for me it doesnt feel normal..
nerves shot away..
a lot..a lot going on
although im functioning
writing to just keep the normal
beat going...

the heart of darkness for me
my own right...
but as far as writing
material its like an obsession
now or has become one

creativity is something else..
a wonder..

Thank You Judyanne!

Mr Esker!

author comment

"Poetical circumstance"
not since high school have I gotten such
a moving compliment as this..
it is very beautiful!!!!!

other then the crucifix and it is not on a character
here..but a bit way over there....(when I go out
for a smoke across the citie I can almost see
the structure where they live..)

eighties I began to write...not realizing that all
about were the stories..the adaptations
And now actually...Im listening to music and
realizing that the music..darkly haunted noire
can be overlapped on those old memories
and run anew and as fresh as they were
Then...Like a dream with a revamped sound

the rad existed in a room i had once...
the tall window same room...the lamp
much earlier times...the paint brass hook
from a visit longer before even in an
older victorian with twenties hardware..

the purse mention from a bar...dealers
the women would "help" you
very nice women..

the pastry one eats here..from the store

Im the angel..I sleep with my arms on
the bed..before i trimmed my beard
Bunni said I looked like jesus in the
light from the bathroom falling
about the corner and into the room

the crucifix belongs on another as
i said...

pouted lips on another..

depths of the lair
like tracks of music

but put into a singular story
and run it through as a
walk through only for
those few lines
its got its impact

well lately its this
at one time i had narration
in the poems
the old Orgami days
of the old Neopoet days

before Esker..
I wanted to write
a difference
and its taking just
as long as it has
as Esker to write
in a perspective
as was Orgami

but im not morphing

sometimes the dialogue
of style is what you
sometimes the discussions
between people
is the non verbal thing

thank you for letting
me See also
on this work
in your comment

Mr Esker!

author comment

With your answer to Judy and the poem its self it is a walk into another's world.
Love the descriptions of each Item as you are one of the poets that can make these things live with a vision of what they are.
It is like seeing the atomic structure of these things not as objects, but as a swirling compact group of atoms.
I expect to walk with you in life would be an adventure into a place of rainbows and deep thought..
Go well young traveller and great to walk with you in Spirit, Yours Ian

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Unconditional love to you all.
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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

thannks Ian..still thinking of your descripts of vacums and valves
and interesting thing.. So the old saying of "waiting for the tubes
to warm up" was true...went to mall on bike..freezing...east wind
glad to be in..Rear ratchet on hub not catching..have to kick it
with a heel like a horse to get er going..machinery like people
in the cold slows it down a writing poetry..takes time
for the "tubes" to warm up.

author comment

Yes the old valves as we called them had a heater in them that heated a piece of wire that emitted electrons, only then would the damn things work.
The use of valves is still there, in some of our aircraft as the valves are not effected by that energy wave given out by atomic explosions.
They are also used by stereo equipment, as the sound reproduction in the audio side is top line it doesn't suffer from Partition noise as use to happen a while back but maybe the modern equipment gas got around the problem I don't know, but will look up.
Take care out there and watch that wind chill,
Yours Ian

Give critique to help keep Neopoet great.
Unconditional love to you all.
"Learn to love yourself first"
Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

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