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Echo of Anubisthe sliding linesEcho of Anubis
recede with time slide past each knob on the jackal's spine
the ageless sage whispers mercilessly deft, spins wan galaxies black and traces out patterns on the jackal's back
beneath, a silent fire heaves the eaves they drip with sliding leaves and feign resistance but before the rushing wave evenly breathe
on time we prey recites the jackal in his fingers twisting days as we delay the mirror plays a slipping game in rhapsody
trees bereaved and vines decayed a dove alights
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OrchidYou sewed the curtainsOrchid
for our new apartment I brought the teacups and the bedspread, quilted white We furnished it with thrift shops and yard sales tiny fragments, little pieces of someone else's lives I tried to grow an orchid in the window you smiled as your replaced the wilted creature with aloe I'd always w
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When We Were Very Youngcassavas drape an incandescent vision in the light and in the night, grape-waters twine down star-spun panesWhen We Were Very Young
it is time when cherry-blossoms drift throughout our entrails and taunt the dusty corners of the mind it is time who begs to differ twisting backwards in an arabesque
when green lace trembles on our skin galloping verdant through senses overwhelmed there was, there was a time behaving madly in the forests and the fields stript bare of sullen veils of white and wet with life
dripping with awake gauzy imaginings tumbled fr
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The God ObjectYou showed me the object and I was perplexed You worshiped Its faceless form like multicolored plastic cups made of tin, and hollow wrapped in cellophaneThe God Object
You marveled the pinpricks
in Its transparent skin Its random collection
of mismatched stacks white rims running together one pastel mass
You wondered at Its existence how had such a great irregular shape been squeezed through such a small hole for surely the plastic was not placed around It
You fell to your knees
And insisted that I join you down th
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- Current Residence: my own.
- Interests: poetry, photography, music, all things beautiful.
- Favourite movie: Mulholland Drive, A Clockwork Orange, Requiem For A Dream, Pi...
- Favourite band or musician: Interpol? Radiohead? Pink Floyd? The Stones? The Cure? The Doors? you couldn't ask me to decide.
- Favourite genre of music: anything unusual.
- Favourite artist: Roberto Matte
- Favourite poet or writer: Edward Gorey, Jack Kerouac, T.S. Eliot
- MP3 player of choice: iPod. (aka conformity)
- Favourite game: Clue.
- Favourite cartoon character: Jane Lane from 'Daria'
- Personal Quote: "it's always 5 o'clock somewhere..."
- Tools of the Trade: fingers and soul.
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your style is very hypnotic
Ok, time to go check out your gallery. >D
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