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NO CHANCE  An older piece combining poem with image.

NO CHANCE OF A BEGINNING

GARDEN TINKERING

WATCH A BUTTERFLY

TRY

TO

OCCUPY

A SETTLED SPACE IN TIME

FINE

IF WE COULD ONLY SATISFY

OUR LIVES WITH PRESENT OCCUPATION

NOT KNOW THE LIE OF EVERYTHING

YES, EVERYTHING

DISHONESTY, A DEEP FRUSTRATION

EVEN WHEN WE FALL IN LOVE WITH LIFE AGAIN

RECOGNISE, ENJOY A MOMENT OF SENSATION

SUCK IN NECTAR

FEED ON SCENTED AIR

FEEL WITH HAIR ANTENNAE

THE FLOWERS OF EVERYWHERE

THE UNDULATIONS OF A FORCE BEFORE

OUR SEPARATION








 

  

 



ALWAYS YESTERDAY

THE SADNESS OF MATURITY

MEMORY OF THE BOY

 

MELON MAN

WHEN YOUR SEED BEGAN

YOU SUCKED ENTHUSIASM

PRESSED AT LIVING

 

BUT SOON

THE JUICE RAN DOWN

HARDENED INTO RESIN

AND LITTLE BEADS OF BROKEN JOY

FORMED TOKEN TEARS OF MELANCHOLY

 

 



  

CONVERSATION

OUTSIDE, THE  BENCH,THE FLUTTERING TREE

WE  TALK AT LENGTH ,PASSIONATELY

ABOUT A THIRD PERSON

 

WHAT DID WE NEARLY SAY?

SINGULAR, TENSE, PRESENT

IN THE FIRST PERSON.

 

THE MOMENT GONE

NO LITTLE MARKS ON.

 TWO TIMID BIRDS

AWAITING A QUOTATION

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                                                      I AM THE POEM
                                           THE POEM IS ME
                                           PRESENTING A FORM
                                           THAT TRIES TO CONVEY
                                           THE NOTHING I AM
                                           IS SOMETHING TO SAY
















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