Tag Archives: POETRY

BECAUSE PICASSO COULD DRAW .. .

because Picasso could draw .. .  ..                                                       the battle scene lay behind us  the … Continue reading

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GUERNICA .. .

Guernica after Picasso Guernica grey blood shivers runs through my veins where are the brothers of your tortured canvas wiped with a paint-rag to your Spanish bull like an ass wipe of Richthofen’s bombers greeted only by mothers, lovers their … Continue reading

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. .. ‘les deux caméléons’ .. .

. .. ‘les deux caméléons’ .. . By the turnpikewe stopped off at the cornerwhispered stories to the windmy spy glasses slippedand fellyou crushed them under foot Sondeliqueno more secrets any morein the glass menageriewe’ve all been seen beforescrutinousapplies to … Continue reading

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AURORA-METEOR FLASH LIGHTS UP MY SKY .. .

Aurora Meteor Flash Lights Up My Sky .. . .. . …. when late skies of the aurora part there is no feeling in my hands no senses running through me death is a dim cloud descending like cold water … Continue reading

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THE NIGHT POOL .. .

the night pool .. . The intoxication, purity  linseed oil of turpentinecreamy ash the palette  your peacock feathersfronds, alien and falling  from the wet-warm night skyand in the morning  I build again a stairwaystartling, parting airwaves  concave to your heartbirds-foot … Continue reading

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A MASH OF OATS AND MAMMARIES .. .

a mash of oats and mammaries .. . buildings grow from scaffold lines indian red and maroon-esque squeezed out from the landscape a bedrock of social-ution collusion and there the dark prince comes tripping upon the telegraph wires architects shading … Continue reading

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SERGEI .. .

SERGEI .. . Remember well full histories   homeland, where we learned   and lived as children born   to cultures sworn both Russian   as the czar, severe the priests   incense-driven, strict religion I learned to play piano … Continue reading

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THE TRAINS GO THUNDERING BY .. . .. .

The Trains Go Thundering By .. . The trains go thundering by more a figure of speech I sit at the corner of a dusty road forlorn much of hope The tanks came after then the larks sprung forth and … Continue reading

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, ,, CLASSIC INNUENDO .. .

, ,, classic innuendo .. . Six minutes or three of daylight every dayzipping away closing init is a bird of wings and fluttersa bird of prey surrounding caustic phobiacaught in traffic going nowheredeadlock cannot be unbrokenas the bond between … Continue reading

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featuring NICO .. .

featuring Nico .. . Around this woollen ball, this puff of life jangled strings zip, zang across the bridge echoed voices caught tap tapping on the backboard white noise an alternating love song Did you get inside Picasso’s head or … Continue reading

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