writing live

dead, but still wandering
wiggling fingers, restless
making themselves noticed

A hand crawls across the floor (gawk)
no Zombie this. Rob assures me it's a Mummy
so somewhat safe, but Catfriend is following
a five fingered mouse around the house
 
ever seen a zombie type?
sausage fingers
zombie-types
however
are every where
flat-hand batting on the windows
after lock-up
cos the lights are still on
(inside - not theirs, theirs were flipped long-time-passin')
and their mouths hang open
confused as only zombies can get
over doors that don't open
pretty things they can't reach

they make such a mess
of the glass
 
A hand crawls across the floor (gawk)
no Zombie this. Rob assures me it's a Mummy
so somewhat safe, but Catfriend is following
a five fingered mouse around the house

ever seen a zombie type?
sausage fingers
zombie-types
however
are every where
flat-hand batting on the windows
after lock-up
cos the lights are still on
(inside - not theirs, theirs were flipped long-time-passin')
and their mouths hang open
confused as only zombies can get
over doors that don't open
pretty things they can't reach

they make such a mess
of the glass


Hahaha. Excellent. :D
 
in a glass ball
glass bubbles
delightful moments
crystalised
each shining sphere
reflecting
bending
warping
holding

imagination

imagine
yourself inside the perfect space

is everything a distorted reflection
a bending of light
your own face looking in
watching you?
 
in a glass ball
glass bubbles
delightful moments
crystalised
each shining sphere
reflecting
bending
warping
holding

imagination

imagine
yourself inside the perfect space

is everything a distorted reflection
a bending of light
your own face looking in
watching you?

..
I see the sea waving back at me
above the green glass bubbles
scattered on the shore
 
in a cool green forest
life and rot share the same space underfoot

the careless giant breathes in their spores
the crumbling sweet loam dark against flesh

underwater-air where bubbles of thought slip-stream
rise to the veiny canopy, yield, gather a conscious nest

some, though, escape
into the brilliance of daylight
head for the sun
 
in a cool dark forest
crawling secrets are hidden underfoot

the careless giant makes a path through low growth
his face parts greenery hanging from dead tree-fingers

foolish giant, carrying away crumbling loam and rot
lairs once hidden, now exposed, given too much light

giant become canopy, a trellis of moss and rot
the old bearded tree-man has breathed his last spore
 
in a cool wet forest
there is a darkness underfoot

the careless giant notices it not
their arms and head spread out beneath the sun

loam and rot adhere to his toes
their growth only impaired by the light

they revel within the giant's shadow
knowing that his success sparks their own

and awaiting the day to come
when they can welcome him into the depths
 
in a cool wet forest
there is a darkness underfoot

the careless giant notices it not
their arms and head spread out beneath the sun

loam and rot adhere to his toes
their growth only impaired by the light

they revel within the giant's shadow
knowing that his success sparks their own

and awaiting the day to come
when they can welcome him into the depths
ETA: I'm sure I know what this is; there's a morel to your poem
Here noon and more, wandering arboreal floorz,
digging on cool green verbi-tation
leavez scattered through the loam,
swirling with vagrant breezz'
and the step of a yellow man
fresh on the path leading just over the hill.
it's one
 
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an old raven
picking at a carcass

half a wing gone
raspy warning call

eye glazed over with
age?
exasperation?
just seen enough?

switching on the TV
watching my old favorite
black and whites
fingers deep in the buttered
popped corn
realizing

I am the raven
and the carcass

but not always
just sometimes
 
an old raven
picking at a carcass

half a wing gone
raspy warning call

eye glazed over with
age?
exasperation?
just seen enough?

switching on the TV
watching my old favorite
black and whites
fingers deep in the buttered
popped corn
realizing

I am the raven
and the carcass

but not always
just sometimes
this engenders strong visuals. i feel you could tighten this up even more should you want to; it'd make it read cleaner, reduce distractions (like losing the last line). your line breaks work pretty well. if you wish, and only if, i can pm you further thoughts. i wouldn't bother mentioning but this has such a strong core to work with. :)
 
this engenders strong visuals. i feel you could tighten this up even more should you want to; it'd make it read cleaner, reduce distractions (like losing the last line). your line breaks work pretty well. if you wish, and only if, i can pm you further thoughts. i wouldn't bother mentioning but this has such a strong core to work with. :)

I'm jealous. :D You should accept!
 
she cups her hands behind her knees
tucks head and loosens shoulders
holds tight to a hope the bounce won't hurt
and the roll will be smooth...
no nasty splashes on the pavement
just a perfect back-arched, arm-splayed ta da!
 
an old raven
picking at a carcass

half a wing gone
raspy warning call

eye glazed over with
age?
exasperation?
just seen enough?

switching on the TV
watching my old favorite
black and whites
fingers deep in the buttered
popped corn
realizing

I am the raven
and the carcass

but not always
just sometimes
Saw this earlier today, I liked it careful with your popcorn around Tsotha
this engenders strong visuals. i feel you could tighten this up even more should you want to; it'd make it read cleaner, reduce distractions (like losing the last line). your line breaks work pretty well. if you wish, and only if, i can pm you further thoughts. i wouldn't bother mentioning but this has such a strong core to work with. :)
I like that last line smacked me at the end got a laugh
 
Apple & Inclinators, Butts and Betjeman

"Intuitive" smirked Apple's Maggot. "Intuitive."
"Then why did I need to ask?" I didn't say,
sniveled a coward's and false apology
seethed anger, walked away.
Coffee stop - no - Oh bugger it, yes
two floors up, took the inclinator
still seething.

A woman stepped ahead, athletic business type
navy suit, black tights, black heels.
Black thoughts, I stared, oh how I stared.
Oh you wonderful great big mountainous sports girl,
My Pam my Myfanwy - Joan Hunter-Dunn.
I dreamed her stretched and inclinated calves
muscular rump, a promise, at least of hope.

Those thighs, columnar strength
a wonder to behold and hold in thrall,
oh to surrender to their crushing power;
man and Apple,- Maggot and all.




Apologies to JB for heisting his amazonic Graces.
 
"Intuitive" smirked Apple's Maggot. "Intuitive."
"Then why did I need to ask?" I didn't say,
sniveled a coward's and false apology
seethed anger, walked away.
Coffee stop - no - Oh bugger it, yes
two floors up, took the inclinator
still seething.

A woman stepped ahead, athletic business type
navy suit, black tights, black heels.
Black thoughts, I stared, oh how I stared.
Oh you wonderful great big mountainous sports girl,
My Pam my Myfanwy - Joan Hunter-Dunn.
I dreamed her stretched and inclinated calves
muscular rump, a promise, at least of hope.

Those thighs, columnar strength
a wonder to behold and hold in thrall,
oh to surrender to their crushing power;
man and Apple,- Maggot and all.




Apologies to JB for heisting his amazonic Graces.

Wow, a weeks worth of bing and kudos for you and sir john
 
she cups her hands behind her knees
tucks head and loosens shoulders
holds tight to a hope the bounce won't hurt
and the roll will be smooth...
no nasty splashes on the pavement
just a perfect back-arched, arm-splayed ta da!

he repaired to a chair and there
watches her drop her panties
then bare to the world she posed
his nose just a tongue length away
scents her musk while hands in hair
urged his face closer, heard him say
'have I thanked you for being my girl today?:D'
his breath shuddered her reply
no baby, but you're about to
 
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The folds in the white sheet
sent me to the cabinet
where the painful memories
slumber

Your photo

were your hips always so big
you ass is huge
your nose too small
and your eyes so close together

Cross-legged on the floor now
none of that mattered

None of that matters
 
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Dream

An old charwoman
with a leather satchel of
bones and stones and
one uncut diamond.

She shook them
splilled them
and then the bad news.

Past

We sat cross legged on the florr
smoking Camel straights
learning to read tea leaves
your panties showed
and it didn't matter.

Now

All the snow has melted
The smell of dog shit thawing
Mud-grass and bare limbs
Longer days
Inbetween heaven and earth.
 
If she were light
You could love her across any distance.
Far away, an echo of the past
or close enough to be your future.
But
she is so heavy,
weighing you down...
So I take this scale of reason
and tip it off the hinge.
Now Love, any way you can.
 
We don't finish each others sentences
but maybe each others
paragraphs

The concept sliding
out through the hidden tunnel

Exposed, regarded and remarked
upon
reacted to

Handshake and gratitude
for solidarity

Windmills! Ho!
 
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