Tag Archives: longing

Glowing in the Afterhurt

Posted on June 10, 2005 by John

Once I gilted lilies in the hope of yet in spite and even though and still because of it there wasn’t much of either then (things unknown after this now, like lips surrounding ashless breathing, hands that seemed to fit … Continue reading →

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Just Go Away

Posted on June 9, 2005 by John

Doctor, I am feeling ill; I’ve eaten all my young, touring the coast of Africa, going through the longboats with a fine-tooth comb. I’m a debutante at the Ball of Confusion, filling fishbowls with the Water of Life, burning the … Continue reading →

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Words Burst the Thirteen Open

Posted on April 14, 2005 by John

“I have nothing to say and I am saying it; that is poetry.” — Thirteen Words, John Cage What it is or was mulled over like cheap wine we drank although we didn’t know it and so we called our … Continue reading →

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Song for Vidya

Posted on December 14, 2004 by John

Watch for me when you sleep — dreams can be masterful fortune-tellers. There is no distance too great, too far, that wishes cannot traverse as mountain travellers. Think of me when you wake — there will be other fond remembrances. … Continue reading →

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No Surprise At All

Posted on June 22, 2004 by John

She said that she was longing for the life that she once had The changes they were coming fast, and some of them were bad Said she could not believe it Maybe she was going mad And I saw just … Continue reading →

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Chandelier’s Left Wink and Blinding

Posted on May 25, 2004 by John

Ceiling now in staring anguish, once the eyes I found and lost; last few moments, caught myself and wound my winding sheet about it. Words are not the thing for speaking: truth, in little hardened bitters, shows itself as one … Continue reading →

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Suppositions

Posted on May 12, 2004 by John

Picked up set up called up stood up held up fucked up hoping for a let up Made over looked over passed over like a four-leaf clover glanced over once over start again start over Poked at joked at chew … Continue reading →

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