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About the politics
We lay on the grass, Yellowed with summer, jaundiced, we Watched the polished hearse Of winter slide in silently. Katharine: This is just to say-...
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- 714 reads
Past the gates
What is a word you'd use For me, for arms braced Against the windowframe? You take a compliment, Tired voice breaking heavily, And not from impending...
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- 657 reads
Again already
Watching re-runs of Sepia tinted movies, Prepare, beware, Play the game- Not you, me. Your suit is stained Red on white. Don't get wine, rain, Whine...
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- 676 reads
Rethink
Can you rethink That insult, slapped, Slicing apples mechanically, Chilled at my indifference. Add six zephyrs, stir Anti clockwise, freeze In the...
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- 672 reads
Not quite comfort
I think the glass distorts The shadows on your wrists. Perhaps I am wrong, but The same shadows are deep In the folds under your eyes, And it's...
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- 686 reads
I could lie to you.
I hate lying to you. I could say this: I know. Look, see all the ways in which You'll carry on without me. Don't cry. The trial is tomorrow, unless...
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- 632 reads
Fairytale beginning
The bitter sting of tears in my eyes wakes me. It might be symbolic of how I live now, to wake With last night's weakness crystallised on my cheeks,...
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- 652 reads
Loathing
I hate you, I always say, again, And you can see I mean it. I don't think it matters. We fight. My finger scratches Down the marble of your torso,...
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- 619 reads
Missing
I miss the way the curve Of your spine fitted exactly Into the waiting space In the tumble of my bedclothes. I could count your ribs On the knuckles...
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- 686 reads
Watching a kiss
The water fountain was behind you, And you eclipsed it when you kissed. I felt a sudden thirst whistle in my throat, Speckled as it was with the...
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- 690 reads
Practice
The shine of the flute Is smudged at the mouth, Where my eyes are drawn To the pucker of your lips. The flute plays in my dream, A forgiving lilt of...
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- 681 reads
Waiting
Waiting. I don't know why. It almost Touches My spine, Stiff straight, Arched backs Like a catfight. A level gaze, Waiting For my explanation, Which...
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- 667 reads
Coming back too late
Almost knowing I was here, The house glooms darkly, With searching eyes. Windows, unwashed, door, too red. Long path, tree shadowed. She opens the...
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- 710 reads
Spilt milk
They are the torn edges Of a puddle of smashed glass, Bright in the morning sun. There is watery milk. It looks cold, but I don't touch it, Seeping...
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- 642 reads
Playing favourites
Favourite, I said, Smiles and empty kisses Grown still on the air. There is paper, pink paper, It has my name on it. And a heart, blood- But it's not...
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- 653 reads
Loves me not
She loves you not. Petals, crumpled lace, Fluttering wings on the air- In my stomach, butterflies, Your silver cross is cardboard. He loves me not,...
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- 608 reads
Forgive me?
I don't believe That it's a relationship Gone wrong. It's more that it's not going At all. It's not that I don't love you- I do, I do, I do! But if...
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- 642 reads
Hartlepool Harbour, west side. I think
Swinging my legs, kicking Rough against cement Down my neck Rain, monotonous Greasy chip paper blew Weighted down with cold batter Like my stomach...
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- 666 reads
Mirrored: self
What might it be? Hiding between silvered glass And the trap of a soul Mirror, mirror, mirror I come back to it Changing faces Though I never like...
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- 732 reads
E - Wicks
Another page from my diary, January 25, 2004
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- 1121 reads