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..... mercury whitewall moons ...
saffron chrome
her yawning perfume taut skin zone
the melliferous scandals
dusted arch
in keeping
the resting lie
beneath the wafer storm
pass
winters dead bride come to ride
like an angels corpse
and the engine runs
idling outside
Black October
it rained and rained
drowning anguish
gushing sorrows
down the gaping ruin
tragedies worth
Lean your youth thin
arm against impermeable
truths
and weep between misted
breaths
haunted scar
liquid blue eyes
three fifteen a.m.
climb in and everyone is
in
cherry red tail lights
deliver us to the living
rooms
lucky rabbits foot
four dollars
and sixteen cents
and the dreams begin
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Comments
Ross Hamilton Hill
Thu, 2012-11-22 00:10
enjoyed reading
but the first 3 verses were obscure, as if you're writing them straight from the subconscious without much communication with the reader, i like a bit of mystery in poem, but too much and i tune out
After the first 3 sverses it's much more accessible and for me more meaningful..
angel's corpse..made me ponder
cheers from the antipods
ross
Esker
Thu, 2012-11-22 02:03
first winters
hot summers
the scandals of fall
closing of the cottages
return from work
vacations
the gossip
the fall and rains
and darkness starts to crawl
settle in to routine and await winter
impatient and restless
this winter is where for us?
so many dead and gone in the clashs
as weather warms up or
unsettles
its nothing yet though...
so winter will be welcomed
but with a sceptics heart I feel
and always a thin layer long
overdue
and without the life that spirits
bring I feel
natives are so into spirits and
superstitions
this fog unsettled me here
completely
so used we are by regularity
as if the weather is ours
These are visits to the graveyard
a driver and a girl
the car with its too elaborate
show for the visit
the perfumed interior
grief
there is snow on the gate
but a teaser only
sometimes the snows the winter
the winds release the dreams
alive to haunt to to rest
but this stillness
this waiting
allowing acess to the grave
with marking stones
headstone
no cloak
no softness
no letting go sometimes
everyone has a talisman
on their keychain
or used too
everyone has scars
Esker
Fri, 2012-11-23 06:59
Since posting this...
a close friend gave me a talisman
and that talisman had since
brought stories and will
with others
future meets
I recieved a ticket to a meal gathering
also...and an invite to a free theatre movie
of our capital center of a rock band
Something for the street and the now
sucessful zoomers
music like poetry the great transgression
trial between the two
rest and relaxation for the masses
on a Thursday
and back at it for Friday
the morning wakes me in rain
the dogs hesitant on the trail
I wish to hide in bed
and away from the world
numbed with whatever comes to
hand..
but sometimes climbing
into the great fear
of mortality
of the unknown
with no control
This is where
a life may be found
and a poem tapestry
of worth unwound
....
loved
Fri, 2012-11-23 11:23
i think one will take a life time reaching
i think one will take a life time reaching
the pedestal whereupon you stand
and
through magnificent light
on poets new
all over the world tis true
your experiences one would love to share
and
with ones own wish to compare
and so now
I too dare....
loved