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:)Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-27622829623949066342013-08-27T16:27:00.001-07:002013-08-27T17:02:08.366-07:00Sunflower<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The burial
was easy. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I took it in
my hands to thrust the shovel, <o:p></o:p></div>
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turned the
earth outside itself—<o:p></o:p></div>
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lime-sticky
breeze,<o:p></o:p></div>
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gold-roaring
sun.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You asked me,
softly,<o:p></o:p></div>
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would the dirt
simply crack like a bone<o:p></o:p></div>
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or rise, a dusty
mirage?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I shrugged and patted the ruddy soil<o:p></o:p></div>
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dust-sucking
the waters away.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Summer burned
<i>X</i> on the spot.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It started
deep in a pickle-jar,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Frankenstein
limb<o:p></o:p></div>
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driving keen from a humbug shell.<br />
Relentless,</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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it shoved
its rude way <o:p></o:p></div>
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through the
wormy soil, <o:p></o:p></div>
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a thousand
toes <o:p></o:p></div>
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spread in a
net of white eels. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Taking root
in her belly of glass.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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We carried
her out to the garden.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is
where we re-buried;<o:p></o:p></div>
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tied her to
the stake<o:p></o:p></div>
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like a bad
witch,<o:p></o:p></div>
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letting her
burn in the sun. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Still, the
green bone lengthened, <o:p></o:p></div>
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turning the gutted earth,</div>
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wind raging back, the wounded sky<o:p></o:p></div>
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bloated with lavender storms.<br />
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It was then,
along the xylem spine, <o:p></o:p></div>
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wrists opened
their chlorophyll palms<o:p></o:p></div>
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where lastly,<br />
grinning with sticky bees,<o:p></o:p></div>
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her huge
head rose in a halo of gold—<o:p></o:p></div>
her face in
the sunflower dark.<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-70625513467456294672013-08-24T11:03:00.004-07:002013-08-24T16:11:15.153-07:00School Lane<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Smokers’
Lane goes back like a throat<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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between
tonsil-trees and the church. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Branches,
slick-black, prod my shadow;<o:p></o:p></div>
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lead them to
me like jackals.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Them.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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In corridors,
they press me like bruises.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Still, they
do not know me,<br />
even after four slow years<o:p></o:p></div>
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where my
silence and my clever pen <o:p></o:p></div>
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has rocked
them senseless with laughter. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They see me
and glitter with sovereigns<o:p></o:p></div>
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tight on
their nicotine fingers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Skirt-tugging,
creamy thighs<o:p></o:p></div>
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spread on
cracking walls—<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Look at us! <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>A-D-U-L-T-S,<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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collars
skewed like dead birds, <o:p></o:p></div>
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cigarettes dripping, chapstick lips,<o:p></o:p></div>
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drunk at nine
in the morning.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Uniformed,
neat as an angel,<o:p></o:p></div>
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I pass their
mucused laughter<o:p></o:p></div>
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and blush at
the fall of my name.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Piercings clink
on bad teeth.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Counting down—<o:p></o:p></div>
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three o’clock
death knell,<o:p></o:p></div>
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the long walk home through the gate.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It's like
wading knee-deep in dogshit,<o:p></o:p></div>
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those
scathing names—<i>fucking swot—<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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stinking my
clothes out for days.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I carry my
words like secret friends</div>
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they would
trample and burn in the lane. <o:p></o:p></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-42654699056287042762013-08-11T09:03:00.005-07:002013-08-11T09:04:03.283-07:00Fiction<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We have
grown out of wanting each other<o:p></o:p></div>
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the way children
grow out of stories.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A
palimpsest—<o:p></o:p></div>
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my over-keen
hands<o:p></o:p></div>
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smear the
crease of your spine,<o:p></o:p></div>
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seeking
those traces of fiction<o:p></o:p></div>
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that bore us
for hours at night<o:p></o:p></div>
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and leave us
turning the lights off<o:p></o:p></div>
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to hide in
the colour of ink.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Dust-jackets.
Blanks.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We have sewn
ourselves shut, <o:p></o:p></div>
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hidden the
fiction of bodies—<o:p></o:p></div>
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our leaning,
secret undressing <o:p></o:p></div>
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a
half-hearted attempt<o:p></o:p></div>
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at
dedication.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Flat on the
rug, you speak volumes<o:p></o:p></div>
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in a lost
language.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>To fiction.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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You bunch my
wrists like bouquets.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Quietly,
with a sleepy mouth<o:p></o:p></div>
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I blow the
dust from your ribcage;<o:p></o:p></div>
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unbearable
glittering motes<o:p></o:p></div>
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sailing the
Monday sunshine,<o:p></o:p></div>
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your breath
drifting out on a breeze.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I watch them
rise in dust-clouds,</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
the fairies
who stubbed out the stars.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Her
questions reek like the bottom<o:p></o:p></div>
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of a stale
coffee jar.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Is this for yourself?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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She meets my
eye, yawning,<o:p></o:p></div>
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hair bright
as a bowlful of lemons<o:p></o:p></div>
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and tells me
to take a seat<o:p></o:p></div>
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with the
others, faces blank as planets<o:p></o:p></div>
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and waiting
like hungry children, <o:p></o:p></div>
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soothed by candy-bright capsules<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
that will
heal us quicker than Christ.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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A handful to
settle her nervous tic<o:p></o:p></div>
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and her
husband, wrapped at home<o:p></o:p></div>
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in a
makeshift deathbed<o:p></o:p></div>
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gorges on
daytime TV—<o:p></o:p></div>
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not water to
wine<o:p></o:p></div>
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but veins
plump with numbing miracles,<o:p></o:p></div>
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big words, <i>serotonin—<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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his grey and
mushroomed brain.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A tear
pearls on his nose.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He rattles
his pills like a baby,<o:p></o:p></div>
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wails for
something to drink.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Rain blisters
and bursts on the door.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
A name is
tossed like a sandwich-crust<o:p></o:p></div>
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as I wait my
turn, eye the cool blink<o:p></o:p></div>
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of glass
bottles, elixirs,<o:p></o:p></div>
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bored
pharmacists<o:p></o:p></div>
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diamond-mining
the shelves<o:p></o:p></div>
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for the
perfect cure<o:p></o:p></div>
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to rock me
to sleep at long blue last</div>
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on the train
slipping down through my spine.<o:p></o:p></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-83243369595935056822013-07-26T05:54:00.003-07:002013-07-26T14:43:37.850-07:00Medea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I stand in
the bedroom, sweatless,<o:p></o:p></div>
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admit to the
dagger,<o:p></o:p></div>
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the rage and
the kids<o:p></o:p></div>
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who looked
like you; had the eye<o:p></o:p></div>
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of the cool
Aegean<o:p></o:p></div>
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with
Argonaut bravado and your sticky blood<o:p></o:p></div>
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boiling
their little black hearts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My wriggling
babies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I taught
them to gnaw on the blade<o:p></o:p></div>
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til their
little throats roared<o:p></o:p></div>
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like mad
devils, howling, my lullabied young.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Your sins
nailed clean through their tongue.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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But I was
once young,<o:p></o:p></div>
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a charming
girl, head over claws<o:p></o:p></div>
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in love with
you—<o:p></o:p></div>
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protective,
faithful<o:p></o:p></div>
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as any good
angel, my Colchis light<o:p></o:p></div>
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bleaching a
brother’s bones,<o:p></o:p></div>
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you could
say I became obsessed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I had you
possessed<o:p></o:p></div>
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but Corinth tore
us apart.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Still, I can’t
resist revenge,<o:p></o:p></div>
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death knell
shaking the house<o:p></o:p></div>
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to its dead
foundations,<o:p></o:p></div>
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the children’s
gasping surprise;<o:p></o:p></div>
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oh, the look
in your eyes<o:p></o:p></div>
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when you
found them, coiled<o:p></o:p></div>
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like little
white worms;<o:p></o:p></div>
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a gorgon’s
pale coiffure perhaps.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She may be princess<o:p></o:p></div>
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but I am a
queen,<o:p></o:p></div>
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Medea— <o:p></o:p></div>
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monster
maternal,<o:p></o:p></div>
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with blood
in my breasts<o:p></o:p></div>
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and a glint
in my milkwhite eye.<o:p></o:p></div>
Revenge is a
kick in the womb.<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-22316908172775827202013-06-25T23:38:00.001-07:002013-06-26T13:25:11.886-07:00Wonderland<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A smile costs nothing, so they say,<o:p></o:p></div>
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so I grin til she gets self-conscious;<o:p></o:p></div>
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like a hot coal<o:p></o:p></div>
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dropping her gaze to a forest floor<o:p></o:p></div>
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mottled with moss and birdshit,<o:p></o:p></div>
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none of that<o:p></o:p></div>
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sugar and spice malarkey<o:p></o:p></div>
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where even the flowers smell like flesh,<o:p></o:p></div>
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strung by their pretty red heads<o:p></o:p></div>
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like pigs on a butcher’s hook.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One hundred watts of dentistry<o:p></o:p></div>
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shatter the pinetree dark, stripes sliding<o:p></o:p></div>
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like oil off a duck's back--<o:p></o:p></div>
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slim as ribbons,<o:p></o:p></div>
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tangled varicose veins—<o:p></o:p></div>
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please stand and behold<o:p></o:p></div>
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the great vanishing act,<o:p></o:p></div>
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this incredible cat<o:p></o:p></div>
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in your candy-sucking dozens<o:p></o:p></div>
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wheezing on smoky narcotics,<o:p></o:p></div>
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my odd and neurotic<o:p></o:p></div>
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spectator is a thousand wriggling legs<o:p></o:p></div>
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too high to do anything else but question<o:p></o:p></div>
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every fucking detail—<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>
who are you?—</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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blaming the fumes<o:p></o:p></div>
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from those dull and knock-kneed bastards<o:p></o:p></div>
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painting the roses red<o:p></o:p></div>
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for her menopausal majesty.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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We’re all mad here. I growl when I’m happy,<o:p></o:p></div>
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wag my tail when I’m pleased;<o:p></o:p></div>
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therefore I’m mad<o:p></o:p></div>
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but still—<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have stopped attending tea parties<o:p></o:p></div>
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in tasteless hats,<o:p></o:p></div>
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but grinning at everything,<o:p></o:p></div>
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everyone<br />
and nothing at all</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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I will get by on a Hollywood smile<o:p></o:p></div>
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and card games,<o:p></o:p></div>
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cosmetic dentistry<o:p></o:p></div>
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and those crazy catnip nights<o:p></o:p></div>
in Wonderland.<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-86526539904938341182013-05-16T00:17:00.002-07:002013-05-16T07:28:35.141-07:00Guilt-Lilacs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
The guilt-lilacs
were a present at the door.<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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I put them
in a Roman vase on the window<o:p></o:p></div>
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where
everyone could see what you did<o:p></o:p></div>
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or at least
think I’ve lived with a gentleman. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Perhaps you’d
propose on the patio, they said, <o:p></o:p></div>
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through a
mouthful of crackling champagne.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Pop questions like a cork. The clocks swelter,<o:p></o:p></div>
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wipe their glass
eye with flowerless hands.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I ask them: <i>why lilacs?<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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They smell
of her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now they die
in a wastepaper basket<o:p></o:p></div>
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as I go
about my business, pack our belongings<o:p></o:p></div>
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in trunks
already too full, write my name<o:p></o:p></div>
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on the
labels. A bee zips in through the window<o:p></o:p></div>
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like an awkward
word, </div>
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clings to carnation skeletons.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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But the
lilacs are terribly calm. They go so well<o:p></o:p></div>
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on the
reeking bedside<o:p></o:p></div>
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with the
poison-lilies, barbed roses—<o:p></o:p></div>
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awkward
honeysuckle clambering <o:p></o:p></div>
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the walls as
though heaving away<o:p></o:p></div>
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on flowery
limbs. The botanic man—<o:p></o:p></div>
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petalled
head tied to a stake.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Guilt-lilacs
bruise in the sun.<o:p></o:p></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-59058941230942500742013-04-28T01:34:00.000-07:002013-04-28T15:55:01.811-07:00Bastet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />
He lay
face-up, on his back, like a corpse.<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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He wouldn’t
speak so I bit him, trying<o:p></o:p></div>
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after five thousand years to wake him up,<o:p></o:p></div>
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pressed to
his side like a cat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He thought
himself a dying dog<o:p></o:p></div>
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so I pawed
him, suffered his wet black jaws,<o:p></o:p></div>
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kitten-hunched,
bent to his huge skull<o:p></o:p></div>
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and cut him
with my claws.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He once said
all women were animals;<o:p></o:p></div>
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wore each
tail like a bandage—<o:p></o:p></div>
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my sleeping,
jewelled Anubis.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Made me his
snow-soft Persian<o:p></o:p></div>
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to warm his buried
bones<o:p></o:p></div>
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but still he
wouldn’t speak<o:p></o:p></div>
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as I tore him, my whimpering king,<o:p></o:p></div>
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underworld
and underdog<o:p></o:p></div>
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who holds
his dripping tongue.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We could
fight in hieroglyphics,<o:p></o:p></div>
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lie flat in
the freezing crypts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But I could match his silence—<o:p></o:p></div>
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sanded claws etching his belly,<o:p></o:p></div>
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writing my
rattling name.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Bastet </i>pearled red from his skin.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Ar lan y môr mae
rhosys cochion.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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In the front
seat, his hand a bloodless glove<o:p></o:p></div>
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pressed
to the passenger window,<o:p></o:p></div>
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grazing a
bard’s <i>palaver of birds </i>with the
point<o:p></o:p></div>
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of a stubbed
little nail—<o:p></o:p></div>
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charcoal
mornings, the bleary light<o:p></o:p></div>
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crumbling
art-canvas, open-eyed<o:p></o:p></div>
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seatown
galleries spitting oil-skins,<o:p></o:p></div>
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mother-of-pearl
tides roll themselves out<o:p></o:p></div>
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like wounded
dogs, limping the shores<o:p></o:p></div>
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of all we
know<o:p></o:p></div>
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as the <i>crowblack, fishboat-bobbing sea<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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foaming the
ale-coloured glass.<o:p></o:p></div>
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White rose
spray on the drowning bar;<o:p></o:p></div>
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the salt-nut
crunching crowds.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Some days in
a Celtic mood<o:p></o:p></div>
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he will sing the
shimmering rain, <o:p></o:p></div>
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roll out
his tongue in a London sky<o:p></o:p></div>
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but tasting
only ash<o:p></o:p></div>
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remember a hymn
in a Swansea voice— <o:p></o:p></div>
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blow every
word til the flowering smoke<o:p></o:p></div>
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sheds itself like a rose<o:p></o:p></div>
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in an evening <i>starless and bible-black-- </i><o:p></o:p></div>
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suffer the
wheeze of city haze<o:p></o:p></div>
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to find the
old sea in its lights.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the week
the War was over<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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she leaned over the hedgerow, <o:p></o:p></div>
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cracking gum
in the rain.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dad would be
home any minute, she said—<o:p></o:p></div>
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loping through
iron gates, drops<o:p></o:p></div>
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spitting on
his brow like wet bullets, propped<o:p></o:p></div>
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on a bad
leg, arms wide open. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Poppies licking his fingers. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Fields of red,
so she said, as though<o:p></o:p></div>
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she were speaking of fairies—<o:p></o:p></div>
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whole meadows, masses<o:p></o:p></div>
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splashed in
the wild, curtseying <o:p></o:p></div>
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in their
little red skirts ‘til the grasses<br />
spat out the crouching-men, smoked,<br />
found peace in flowers.<br />
Later, wood
crosses</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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pushed from the earth like bones,<o:p></o:p></div>
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calcium gifts, the rise of an old friend's rib.<br />
<o:p></o:p></div>
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From a crying gate, she frowned<o:p></o:p></div>
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at the
thought of him sailing to Britain—<o:p></o:p></div>
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the apple-bobbing hills of gold;</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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roar of a
slaughterhouse gun.<o:p></o:p><br />
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The late sky cramped with thunder<o:p></o:p></div>
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and Mother
died making tea.</div>
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A letter, curled white on the milk-jug.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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Telegrams told of the rain.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The sudden shock
of the dark</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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turns us
both into strangers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I feel its
weight upon me<o:p></o:p></div>
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in the hand
unwrapping my thigh<o:p></o:p></div>
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like a soft
gift. Somewhere<o:p></o:p></div>
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the clouds
have howled shut,<o:p></o:p></div>
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trapped a
whole moon between them<o:p></o:p></div>
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like these smoke-haloes,
wax rings<o:p></o:p></div>
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bound to my
body from memory.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ghost-candles
burn you to verse.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It is like
this, remembering <o:p></o:p></div>
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blank inches
of cigarette trapped <o:p></o:p></div>
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between
laughter, blowing blue words <o:p></o:p></div>
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on wet
pavements, rain-mizzle;<o:p></o:p></div>
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a drunk
chandelier of stars<o:p></o:p></div>
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where later
the sick-swinging glow<o:p></o:p></div>
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of a lightbulb shatters,<o:p></o:p></div>
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melting our
shapes. It is like this, <o:p></o:p></div>
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remembering—<o:p></o:p></div>
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the sweltering wax of two candles<br />
tipping, our glittering stalactite limbs<br />
a knot of Pompeian stone.</div>
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The flickering
breath of monoxides.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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When the dark
staggers in I will kill it—<o:p></o:p></div>
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remember
with struck little matches.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Smoke-stalks
and shadows like inkwells.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The candles
crack open like blooms.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br />
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My lovers
jut out of photographs<o:p></o:p></div>
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like broken
bones. In time, I will shrug them off<o:p></o:p></div>
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coolly, pack
them off like bad children<o:p></o:p></div>
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running away
from home. In time<o:p></o:p></div>
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they will
not hurt me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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My
twenty-year old lover on a keyring<o:p></o:p></div>
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has a smile
like a shattered plate.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I liked his
crooked ways, his broken lips<o:p></o:p></div>
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were a
masterpiece put back together.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I feel his
mouth out of photographs<o:p></o:p></div>
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blowing my
perfumed neck,<o:p></o:p></div>
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sucking my
petalled ear;<o:p></o:p></div>
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my ivory
skin was a china doll’s<o:p></o:p></div>
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his
grandmother kept by the bed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I pressed to
his light like a flower.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He hardened
to pockets of rubies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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My boy from
the glittering seashore<o:p></o:p></div>
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gleams like
mother-of-pearl,<o:p></o:p></div>
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the water
forever rolling <o:p></o:p></div>
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over his
hairless chest, smooth <o:p></o:p></div>
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and brown as
an almond. His feet grow<o:p></o:p></div>
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upwards from
sand-dunes, his body<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
a spreading
tree. I pluck at the dangling fruit;<o:p></o:p></div>
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remember the
taste of sin<o:p></o:p></div>
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as it clung
to my mouth like lemons.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wore the
same china doll dress,<o:p></o:p></div>
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only this
time he called me a siren.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thrilled
with my dangerous legs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Stupid girl—<o:p></o:p></div>
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in years I
will find them in sepia,<o:p></o:p></div>
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discover an
old dress <o:p></o:p></div>
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like pulled
seaweed, drained of the girl<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
who has outgrown
the full-length mirrors<o:p></o:p></div>
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but waltzes
forever in frames.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In time I will
haunt his old body,<o:p></o:p></div>
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find it
stooped like a reed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Despite
myself, count all my fingers<o:p></o:p></div>
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searching
the tomb of his mouth.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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My watch
ticks on, medicinal.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In time I
will slip on old ballgowns,<o:p></o:p></div>
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pick at a pearly
old wound.<o:p></o:p></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-60199355110576776942013-04-07T02:48:00.001-07:002013-05-19T08:43:28.530-07:00Dialling Tone<br />
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After the
tone, there is only a gap<o:p></o:p></div>
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I can try to
pack with words.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It is like
singing a serenade into the eye<o:p></o:p></div>
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of an
utterly useless skull,<o:p></o:p></div>
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its dusty
smile locked in the bones.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I press my
nose to the mouthpiece,<o:p></o:p></div>
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draw out the
foul odours<o:p></o:p></div>
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of small
talk. We were always shouting<o:p></o:p></div>
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down telephones
from separate rooms,<o:p></o:p></div>
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coughing
goodbyes in hotel beds.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Room service
charged us the earth.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The white
walls shrank to a telephone box</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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so I always
kept change on the bedside.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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Those were
the best times to call—<o:p></o:p></div>
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3am. I could
shock you into greeting,<o:p></o:p></div>
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listen to
you wake and turn furious. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Now I must
leave you a message,<o:p></o:p></div>
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a small
skeleton of words<o:p></o:p></div>
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you will
shoulder to your ear whilst you dress.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I hesitate,
hold the phone like a breadknife.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Make the
first terrible cut. <i>Hello.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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My heart
jumps like a punched number.<o:p></o:p></div>
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On and on it
flatlines—<o:p></o:p></div>
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dialling
tone.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-31503363680529897162013-04-04T14:24:00.001-07:002013-04-21T00:45:55.222-07:00The Conqueror<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You wore
your new accent<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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like a
souvenir. You returned to bed<o:p></o:p></div>
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in your
hometown one last evening<o:p></o:p></div>
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with an
emperor’s walk<o:p></o:p></div>
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and laurels
in your hair, picking out<o:p></o:p></div>
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my olive
face<o:p></o:p></div>
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from a
photograph on the stairs<o:p></o:p></div>
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as though
you were walking the groves.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Under a
graphite sky<o:p></o:p></div>
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Venus spat
on your shadow<o:p></o:p></div>
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as you passed.
Your mouth found me out<o:p></o:p></div>
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before I
could speak— <o:p></o:p></div>
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persistent
as ever, there was something<o:p></o:p></div>
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Roman now in
the boldness of your hands,<o:p></o:p></div>
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heavy with
your tongue;<o:p></o:p></div>
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a marble
god, unearthing me<o:p></o:p></div>
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like a
Phoenican.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You believed
in women too,<o:p></o:p></div>
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claimed to
have fistfuls of goddess hair<o:p></o:p></div>
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on classical
evenings,<o:p></o:p></div>
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tasted ambrosial
blood, the dull whirr<o:p></o:p></div>
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and hum of
electric lights,<o:p></o:p></div>
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the cheap
hostel nights with Artemis<o:p></o:p></div>
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and the wars
you lost<o:p></o:p></div>
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in her
stockinged summer nights.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Home now,
the hero, <o:p></o:p></div>
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my knight in
shining pinstripe<o:p></o:p></div>
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while
somewhere in a whitewashed house<o:p></o:p></div>
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your
cigarettes smoke to a ceiling of stars<o:p></o:p></div>
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in her conquering, iron lips.<o:p></o:p></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-42664098284204601942013-03-14T01:58:00.000-07:002013-05-13T02:21:54.385-07:00Monument<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You believed
in ghosts no more than love’s<br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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laughing
stars on the ceiling, your whole arm<o:p></o:p></div>
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a glittering
chandelier, miles of spine<o:p></o:p></div>
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snaking the twisting
girls, bare-legged<o:p></o:p></div>
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and asking
you to dance.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Outside, a
haggard god sucks on a cigarette,<o:p></o:p></div>
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sobering,
returning to earth<o:p></o:p></div>
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on his naked
foot like the Arabian dervish—<o:p></o:p></div>
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longs for
their heat like a baby<o:p></o:p></div>
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under
mizzling clouds. The moon is nowhere<o:p></o:p></div>
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to be seen,
my pale-faced friend;<o:p></o:p></div>
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the polished
pearl<o:p></o:p></div>
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of her
swinging eye unable to bear<o:p></o:p></div>
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the hinged
door crying them into a lock<o:p></o:p></div>
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of skin and
breath, the damp meeting of flesh <o:p></o:p></div>
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that
undresses itself<o:p></o:p></div>
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in the
perfumed hours. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Alone I will
think of your floating hands<o:p></o:p></div>
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and the
dancing-girls, your ghost possessive,<o:p></o:p></div>
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skull
obsessive<o:p></o:p></div>
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until even
my hip is a monument<o:p></o:p></div>
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raised in
the memory<o:p></o:p></div>
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of your
dirty hardening stone.<o:p></o:p></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-66951359496171177972013-02-04T00:28:00.001-08:002013-02-04T04:15:05.994-08:00The Black Dog<br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444;"><span style="color: white;"><br /></span></span>
<br />
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<span style="background-color: #444444; color: white;"><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%;"><i>“I am in that temper that if I were under water
I would scarcely kick to come to the top.”<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></i></span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 150%;"><span class="apple-converted-space" style="color: white;"><b><u style="background-color: #444444;">-JOHN KEATS</u></b></span></span></div>
<br /></div>
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I heard Churchill
had called it canine.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It woke me
just this morning, soft nose pushed<o:p></o:p></div>
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to my sleepy
cheek, breath shuttling down<o:p></o:p></div>
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my cool neck:
my faithful black dog. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
His tail
clubbed me all shades of violet.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
The sun
disc-sawed me in half.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
He follows
me to the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Here he comes,
his wolfish shape <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
gleaming
like polished jet. I stoop over<o:p></o:p></div>
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my coffee,
hiss at him to shoo.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
My voice is
thick as seafoam<o:p></o:p></div>
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and the
silly dog is deaf; <o:p></o:p></div>
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his dumb
tongue a huge slab of mauve,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
searching my
hand like a rodent.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
When milk
won’t do, he loves the salt of rivers.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
His rough
tongue batters my eye.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
Wherever I
go, he follows.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
At office
desks, restaurant booths,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
hunched in
the seat of a taxi,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
my faithful
dog sniffs out my bones.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When lovers
come, he turns possessive.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wriggle
free from their fingers,<o:p></o:p></div>
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stop them kissing
the sides of my jaw. <o:p></o:p></div>
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They leave
when I talk to the papered wall<o:p></o:p></div>
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and tell
them the guard dog is snarling.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I grieve
when their footsteps have died.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
I go to bed
at odd hours <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
to watch the
small pulse of blue time. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
When sleep
stands me up for the zero moon, <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
the dog strikes
me down with his paw. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I have done
it. I have done it in this room <o:p></o:p></div>
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in broad
daylight: unravelled myself to the human shape,<o:p></o:p></div>
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shown them
the flush of my cheek. I shoulder away <o:p></o:p></div>
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my silk
scarf, seize a whole breast in my hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The lamp
gawps. Under the glass eye<o:p></o:p></div>
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my boot
tips, a leather confession.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The guitar
cools beneath my rib. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Your camera swallows
the music—<o:p></o:p></div>
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the muted
flats; greyscales its shocking blues.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is the
shape of the female nude,<o:p></o:p></div>
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her bald
toes ten revelations.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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I have
scattered my wallflower fetters.<o:p></o:p></div>
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They crumple
in heaps of blue silk, gold rings,<o:p></o:p></div>
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the virginal
white cotton blouse.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Shutters
whir and snap, the black eyelid.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is the
hand I raise to my hair,<o:p></o:p></div>
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the palm
that has cut me from mirrors.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Skin cells,
not pixels. Resolution of flesh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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This is the
body of woman.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Every room
felt like a crime scene.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Our outlined
shapes in chalk on the bed<o:p></o:p></div>
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from those
nights when we half-bothered<o:p></o:p></div>
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to arrange
ourselves like lovers<o:p></o:p></div>
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and not two
friends with over-familiar bodies.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Some nights
the crease of your hip was unbearable,<o:p></o:p></div>
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the warm nut
of your nipple tedious.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Some nights
we cheated with sleep.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After years,
the attic opened and you pushed your head up<o:p></o:p></div>
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like some
rude violet, tipping boxes, searching for proof<o:p></o:p></div>
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that we had
been living in love for years. You called me<o:p></o:p></div>
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as soon as
you found it: a shabby album. On page number one<o:p></o:p></div>
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there we
were, wild-eyed and young, <o:p></o:p></div>
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our brown
limbs tangled on British sands in the years<o:p></o:p></div>
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when summer
still burned, shuddering <o:p></o:p></div>
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over Cornish
cream teas, towelled and matted with salt.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I remembered
your kiss: the spark of a cold wet flint.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Sepia haze,
me swollen like some female god<o:p></o:p></div>
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with my hair
streaming over your lap. There you are closed around me:<o:p></o:p></div>
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wrapping me
like a small bee. Your warm fingers<o:p></o:p></div>
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teased my
huge belly. We rolled names in our mouths <o:p></o:p></div>
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like sweet
berries, guessed the sex over bites of crisp apple.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We would
sing to the <i>baban</i> in Welsh.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Further
back, our crackled smiles from when we were drunk <o:p></o:p></div>
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and still
young, pale and freize-faced<o:p></o:p></div>
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through a
film-reel of teenage parties.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Grinning
in wood-panelled restaurants, glutting ourselves<o:p></o:p></div>
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on feasts we couldn’t afford. I was hot and restless <o:p></o:p></div>
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with my
hands, dropping my knife, stroking bottles <o:p></o:p></div>
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with painted
nails. I had to show you my bloodied nails <o:p></o:p></div>
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and later
set them clawing all along your spine <o:p></o:p></div>
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into the
small naked hours.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In years,
the meetings took over. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The other
girls glowed out of pictures.<o:p></o:p></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-22442180341947961142012-12-10T01:43:00.002-08:002012-12-10T02:02:48.917-08:00Mr Writer<br />
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Mr Writer, I
have watched you with your blank inch of cigarette</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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blowing blue
air at the moon, one fluttering streetlamp<o:p></o:p></div>
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lighting you in your crowd of smoking-girls, their slim legs<o:p></o:p></div>
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bending like lilies. You shrug in your coat, suck in nicotine,<o:p></o:p></div>
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tender veins
quiet with chemicals.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Streetlamps
hum between laughter.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The girls
light their umpteenth cigarette, dying for a rhyme <o:p></o:p></div>
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and a kiss, thinking
you a wordsmith, the unbitten man, uninterested.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I drain my
glass and cradle it like a small skull.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Drunk
enough, I could ask it a question<o:p></o:p></div>
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about you or
the meaning of Life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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How the
alcohol reds cling on and on </div>
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like the night wrapped around a blue rooftop,<o:p></o:p></div>
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the girls
open-mouthed with laughter, or you being lyrical,<br />
breathing smoke to a huddle of stars.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-32281310394995047162012-10-27T16:27:00.001-07:002012-10-28T01:44:06.154-07:00Craig Y Nos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You were eight when you got the infection.<o:p></o:p></div>
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All day long, that terrible racket hacked<o:p></o:p></div>
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through the bleached sanatorium <o:p></o:p></div>
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where day after day<o:p></o:p></div>
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mucus slapped the roof of your mouth,<o:p></o:p></div>
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sliding salt-green down the ridge<br />
where your furred tongue was huge</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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and parched for weeks, barely able <o:p></o:p></div>
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to hiss the word <i>dwr.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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Your native language sucked away<o:p></o:p></div>
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through a hypodermic needle<i>. </i><o:p></o:p></div>
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The last time you saw Aileen Morgan,<o:p></o:p></div>
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she was all sore angles beside her bed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Stripped from the sheets with the fever,<o:p></o:p></div>
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shuddering in her nightdress,<o:p></o:p></div>
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you remarked softly on her pretty red scarf <o:p></o:p></div>
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twisting like blood through the bars.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was years before you got over the sight<o:p></o:p></div>
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of her drug-shattered face on the pillow,<o:p></o:p></div>
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torso shapeless and white.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The nurses let loose her cold fingers<br />
and tucked the scarf into a box.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You were wheeled on your beds to the balcony.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In hushed voices, they said<o:p></o:p></div>
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the cool Welsh winds worked miracles<o:p></o:p></div>
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if they did not kill you off. One morning Hywel <o:p></o:p></div>
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raised a sick arm of chicken-flesh, tinder-bone:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>please Nurse,
I’m cold </i>in a little voice<i>. <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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She slapped his face with a gloveless hand.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Every morning before sunrise, she proofed herself <o:p></o:p></div>
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against tuberculosis in folds of starch and cotton,
<o:p></o:p></div>
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scrubbed her hands by candlelight.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Scissors in their conical sheath grinned<o:p></o:p></div>
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from her breast-pocket.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Every day some child folded himself into a nautilus,<br />
hacking his rags of lung softly into a pillow.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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Turning your face to see children<o:p></o:p></div>
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rise up the wall through the ether,<o:p></o:p></div>
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your sternum became a birdcage; your glockenspiel<br />
ribs drummed by mute little fingers.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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It troubled you all those years later,<br />
silver-haired in your bedroom. The shock<br />
of a blotchy photograph slid out of a drawer.<br />
The
involuntary memory of accordion-lungs,<br />
balcony talk. Aileen’s skeleton wrapped in a scarf.</div>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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Like a cough, the children of Craig-Y-Nos, <o:p></o:p></div>
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a thought you cannot shake.</div>
Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-85164487115655535962012-05-04T06:47:00.001-07:002012-05-04T06:47:37.121-07:00Short story website...Gonna be working on this over summer. There's a couple on here to start:<br />
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<a href="http://www.clockssetbackwards.blogspot.co.uk/">http://www.clockssetbackwards.blogspot.co.uk/</a>Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-58945639092552517172011-11-05T15:40:00.000-07:002011-11-05T15:40:04.462-07:00Morning Coffee<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: 16px;">Reflected upon it, our story plays out</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">like a tale thrown across a curled page.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">Its smooth curves of china transform our shapes<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">me, slippered and absurd with my hair left loose<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">and bright as a bowl of lemons,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">The caffeine fumes rise from our heads.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">It sits there each morning, your white china cup,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">as you throw back my words through curling smoke,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">your pink thumbs tense little prawns.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">Your cigarette glows in its saucer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">Another coffee if you would please, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">darling.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">yet no chips cut through its bone-skin,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;">more stubborn, more real than a tooth.</span>Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-91027808936047422742011-11-01T11:02:00.000-07:002011-11-01T16:24:50.681-07:00Pumpkin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I carry it like a fat child in my arms:<br />
my bright pumpkin. The stars swing<br />
their strange eyes upon us,<br />
my own turned against grey rain.<br />
Under the knotted light of streetlamps,<br />
I feel I have stolen<br />
somebody’s head.<br />
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A great bright moon upon the table,<br />
I lift my knife with marvellous calm<br />
and carve, steady-handed, the damp hiss<br />
of letters all slid out like mud, the one<br />
rude syllable of your name. I have no time<br />
for cartoon faces, my smooth blade sucking<br />
clean letters. Fiction.<br />
No lunatic smile, no soft teeth, only one<br />
webbed line of alphabet ghosts.<br />
Sweet earthy breath. Deadly orange.<br />
Seeds on my hands like follicles.<br />
Here is the skull of a make-believe man;<br />
head tumbled clean from his shoulders.<br />
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This is the part where my tiny flame<br />
sweats hollowed flesh, this huge<br />
warm crown my trophy.<br />
I set it at the window:<br />
a bloodless heart, faceless name.<br />
I am the lipsticked Dorothy,<br />
cheek white-flattened on glass,<br />
my hand on a good friend’s skull.<br />
<br />
In the mizzling streets, bag-swinging<br />
children craft brick roads<br />
between mouthfuls of toffee.<br />
They do not notice my flowering shadow,<br />
this pumpkin-moon blooming on walls.<br />
Not one of them shocked by the devilish light<br />
of your name burning white in the mirror.Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117829375478249162.post-66186467569715928332011-10-27T15:52:00.000-07:002011-10-27T15:52:18.266-07:00En Suite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_BZun4bcGLfq6wK3HBGn3EDASYj244eIihgq638ufi0iXJJnQv5XV8npGcyaHXmF_ABEzZ01r1HyepnLQZbjXvQy0cdyufoxE3T1jZHBU_5DDG0IWPT1RlhwxgsW3Ux0CL5Utg2IEx8/s1600/the-bath-jacqueline-limoges.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_BZun4bcGLfq6wK3HBGn3EDASYj244eIihgq638ufi0iXJJnQv5XV8npGcyaHXmF_ABEzZ01r1HyepnLQZbjXvQy0cdyufoxE3T1jZHBU_5DDG0IWPT1RlhwxgsW3Ux0CL5Utg2IEx8/s320/the-bath-jacqueline-limoges.jpg" width="141" /></a></div><br />
You have taken to bathing at odd times of the night.<br />
Pearls floating on your collarbones,<br />
salmon-coloured stars,<br />
you call this your Sunday best,<br />
white moths spinning at the windows.<br />
Dripping before the mirror,<br />
becoming art.<br />
<br />
Every night you become the slim nude <br />
unstitching herself of the bathwater<br />
on two glossed legs. <br />
Each candle light blooming gold <br />
along your wingless spine.<br />
<br />
Tonight, the bathroom unoccupied,<br />
the moon’s soapy eye at my window.<br />
Like habit, you haunt me,<br />
bath-wrinkled and serious,<br />
shuddering in a damp towel.<br />
Your talcum imprint snowed onto my skin.Mizzholborowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11618895626932166357noreply@blogger.com0