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Cherry

Real Love and Doors

Wait. Did Cowboy decide that? God, now Cowboy has all the power - he is feeding off me! Oh Christ, no wonder he is so huge! i need to start another force field, i need to alleviate this pressure fast before everything spins out of control - but we are alone - so alone, completely alone, where did the rest of the world go?

BIG DAY

Fictional poem.

MISMATCHED LIBIDOS

"How evil are you to me? You're slowly wrecking my life."

Sudden Sailing

Sometimes on damp evenings he still rises from his desk to hold each shoulder like a careful cup

Dad Becomes Cheese

9 July 2005 Last night I dreamt... I went to a restaurant with my dad. He got extremely drunk. As his drunkenness increased, he transformed into the meal he was eating... until he eventually became a small pile of cold, melted cheese in the centre of a large bowl.
Cherry

Harriet Just

Published in the Guardian Online in August

Self Portrait

poem

NOT SO BRIEF BROOKLYN RANTINGS

NOT SO BRIEF BROOKLYN RANTINGS A reply to Diana di Prima's Brief Wyoming Meditation
Cherry

I Missed the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics

I was born four decades tardy of being a beat generation icon,

The Birth of Bebop Miles and Charlie 1948

Wearing clothes way to hip for the cities brand of frigidity, the icy whip of Chicago's notorious winter lashing through their coats, they still came to play at the Argyle Club

That House in Barcelona

That House in Barcelona I see the people standing on the sidewalk below me looking, always looking, at the flowing lines and interesting facade of the building. Their comments waft up to me in the clear

Beached

A bridge of fire spans sea to rising moon Musicians stand in silent awe...

My D I V O R C E Become Final Today

Chalk dust memories are running down the creek, washing away any love words I ever dared to speak
Cherry

Roxie Does the Internet

She had visited every internet site she found interesting at least a dozen times, received a plethora of email from people unknown, peddling everything from paintings to painkillers, and she dabbled on the poetry boards.

Roxie Has Harlan Ellison Dreams

At first she blamed the new strange wine that had grown increasingly popular with people like her, those lost somewhere in the land of the pale horse.

After Two Years of Marital Bliss

She no longer called him honey, she called him snake. He in turn called her mongoose
Cherry

The Manly Gamblers

His sire liked poker and other games of chance. Liked real playing--for dough. The lad tagged along though hours would pass before the return trip home. The manly gamblers played, joked, wisecracked, drank,

THE ICING ON THE CAKE

It's a poem and it's a trifle silly.

Sex In The Afternoon

No one needs to hear about sex in the afternoon. Most of them know all there is to know about it. The sparkling come, the sun warming a ripe tit. The fact that it's no one else's business but your own.

JUGGLE WITH PROVERBS

A bit of light-heartedness.

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