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| city i have lived in for
a year or so
i wanted to call you
home; imgagined so
much that you would give me
a different kind of rush
a new vitality
people i have met for
a year or so
i thought i'd fall in love
with you all; dreamt
of our laughter glossing
over old friends
rendering them irrelevant
(they would become
sepia leaves pressed fondly into
the pages of an unread book
leaving nothing but a dusty
delicate skeleton that
i would breathe in then forget)
instead
city and people i have tried
for a year you
emptied me clean i
don't know how
not exhausted but frozen i
barely felt the journey down
at times indeed i was carried by
the throes of music and ecstasy
revelled in new comraderie
i would say
"this is it! this
is what i mean"
but i was never born to be beat
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| if i could merge
with the ocean, then
melt into the
sky,
like an ink drop
stain the soft-tipped
edges of the
seagulls
before vanishing into the clouds
i would turn
to dust gladly, knowing
i'd hear them all forever
singing
and i too would become
a beautiful thing | | |
| round and
round goes the
stereo, spinning
high spinning
low
til
you are a Sleep
smelling like
baby's feet
(and if i dream of you
will you dream of me?)
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| world, you are
festered with
the cries of the hungry
the prayers of the selfish
filled with the voices
of teenagers and politicians
damning you to hell
(and you are burning with
exhausted passions, sleepless
nights and sleeping questions
the lusting hearts of men and
women using up
your stars)
world, you are
losing, each day
the fight against gravity
your blue and green virginity
in little white bundles your
adams and your eves to
the drug lords and pickpockets
damning them to hell
(and you are crashing
through a flaming cosmos, spinning
spinning and spinning off
in a violent frenzy your
delicate silver needle axis you're
losing all your stars)
world, will someone catch you save me
or have we fallen too far?
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| i have yet to feel
the rush
of a long drawn breath
fill all my skin's
crevasses and, with its coolness trace
my veins and
the contours of my face
from the inside
lift the hollow strands
of my hair and
settle, tingling
in the pink shells of
my toes
i have yet to touch
fully the gold
dust of a dying sun
have it gather between my
lashes and,
with each blink trickle
down to the pebbles of my
tongue, melt a sheen on my
lips and seep, through
the breaks of my teeth down
to the pit of
my stomach
and i have yet to jump
the skies' silver seas, spin
the earth's axis with
the turn of a
corner, with the
tapping of my feet make
the moon notice me
but i
am no burnt out star or
split up raindrop and
the world, is neither
mine to see nor keep so
strum a sad tune,
boy, and take a walk
with me
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