Room 3: The Seagram murals

Faced up to these transgressed boundaries you ask which one I’m drawn to; easier to show than admit this makes my sinews querulous.
Cherry

Somewhere near the Maricopas: Elizabeth Lucas-Taylor Interview

Everyone is unique--even the stinkers you meet along the way...

Diamonds

I'm sat here waiting In the viscosity of time Just treading water No rhythm nor rhyme Picking up diamonds On a deserted island beach In case I get rescued In case there's a niche

Toxic Id.

Lingering on like a toxic smell The cloud of death Nimbus from hell Envelops and folds Around my id I've always run But never hid! Carrying this pain Throughout my time It isn't easy

Recoil

You take the aim And pull it in Cross the hairs Commit the sin The recoil felt Is no where near The splitting crack Within your ear And when you look Straight down the sight

Fettled Doom

How shall I carry this fear that grows Within me like a waxing moon How shall I hide this terror that throws Shadows on my fettled doom A secret thing,a profound fate

Adieu

With just fleeting pain I'm on my way To a better place Where life is gay There's no more hurt But plenty of pep So with these pills I take that step And with a note Upon my chest
Cherry

An occasional poem for Christmas

A bit of Christmas dreer. All the best poems begin with 'In', innit? But I didn't write the initial 'In' of this one, so I'm not being big-headed. Happy Christmas! :0)
Cherry

RS10 - The Aftermath

Ryan and Ben talk about last nights events leading to a confession from Ryan. Meanwhile, his brother puts a new plan into motion.

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