That Long-Ago Garden

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I am

Whiplash,

Lightning,

Chainslash

Suspended

In chased time,

Frozen by the sun.

No movement

Of eye,

Of tongue

Betrays my presence Continue reading

Live-Again Hulks

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Touching down on

Riveted ribs, sore knees and knuckles

(But decorated toes curled up

Inside thin iron-skin slippers,

For this heavy-gravity water

Is Hellfire-cold today).

Stealing volume,

Pumping it into framed dark spaces.

Borrowing colour, these live-again hulks

Balance patiently on

Their own reflections,

Their own potential.

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Circus of Circles

Close to the ones

Who are no longer here.

Into the wind,

The fragile skies

On butterfly and

Trembling dragonwings:

An audience of

Glossed yellow petals

Hold their breaths.

 

Here, then, begins

Another bright-sun day,

A new beginning in the

Circus of circles.

 

Good morning to all

The people I have

Ever been –

Thank you for

Getting me here.

 

Hello,

See you soon,

To all of those

I have yet to become.

 

6/4/2012