Sunday May 09, 2010

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In a peculiar dream I had I was eating cake...

She was worn by the words on her face,
sworn by the tears fallen out of place.

as we collided at the breast
the mist of morning rains lay frozen on her wet dress,

the kiss just a thread of desire
as the waiter served another canopy and consum,

the milky run of years unglued...
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shando:

I like your poetry!

shando:

I do, I used to much more often (write) but I haven't really very much these last few years smile

Tuesday Feb 23, 2010

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Sort of back for a while, peeking my head over the parapet.

Here is a music video I directed at the end of last year




1.

Unravelled in beach pots
of violet and diamond red
the honey hair strands peel off of her cheeks,

the tear glue
the prickle of the thorn in his thumb
the self replicating flanked mess of the left,

they talk...
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Tuesday Nov 17, 2009

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Hi guys and gals,

I'm leaving SG for now, I just never use it anymore.

Peace and love

Mark

Friday Oct 09, 2009

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HUSBANDRY

Figures on your lips
slipping into long escapes,
escapes that take years upon years of greying edges,
"Sorry, why do you come here?"
"Not too long now and then I'm free" she says
drawn down the telephone in a murmur,
"The sea's so tight around my feet I can almost smell it,
I don't know why I bother any more"

Giving...
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Thursday Sep 24, 2009

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SOU'WESTERS DRAWN TIGHT

With Sou'wester drawn tight
as a hood I stalked
with long strides from heel to toe
across the wilds,

beneath a couth cudgel
smokewhispers trail elder and birch
down the emptying corridors
of London city,

barrowed to a furnace and strummed fingers over a spoon
the hum of gently warring times
twitches the night's edgetune,

in a hunter's...
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gigondas:

I just read this, like, three times. Nice.

Ever been out West?

Thursday Sep 03, 2009

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THE ASSEMBLIST
UNdistinguished and ample
the bursting Japanese gardens

walked a corn-threaded sandal
tremor of surprise,

finger-shlocked and primmy,
warm like wine to soothed lips,

smoothed and re-imbued
a thousand words from a thousand people

lost in the rosaries
and grey salves hanging around his neck,

the collector,
the assemblist.

RENDEZVOUS

The American road movie
flat tarmac pulls away into the distance
laying in wait...
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gigondas:

Wow. I love The Assemblist. The lines reflect each other. Awesome.

I'm doing well, man. Busy. Work and a new, shared life.

You?

Friday Aug 14, 2009

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WHITE TEA LIZARDS

Sodden in blood
claystones of conversation drift to Calgary,

with divine affinity for departing rapidity
a mystery stranger drinks

White tea,
basking like lizards,

tongues forked
asking like lizards

returning to Roman roads and
kicking up sparks of dustandrhythms of Christ death,

the telling corona of breath
lets me know you're only kidding,

it lets me know
I can still do...
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Wednesday Jul 22, 2009

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THE SWIMMER AND THE REDWOOD GIANTS

In the indigo depths of wash, rinsed in cool water and smoothed pebbles, the slaked skin of dry suit over the swimmer's chest pounds. Buried waist deep in sand shoals, legs skyward swaying in the seaweed, aping the boiling sun, fractured by wave after wave after wave. The stakes of the leas carved in redwood giants knifed into...
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gigondas:

Fever dream.

How is ya?

I'm entangled in a new life.

Saturday Jul 18, 2009

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Model Man Man Model

As a boy I was stirred
by an angel who flew feet first

out of an old (out of fashion)
leather bound book,

she lit my little heart
like a warming fire in mid-June,

and the fish swimming towards the ever revealing reeds
caught on a hook satisfying the space betweens's needs.

So the model man man model invective
with...
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Monday Jul 13, 2009

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THE GIN PALACE

Undue elation
and the surprise visitation
after arousal imitations
of gene migration
to the womb of my infatuation,

afterwards
I sit and steam in The Gin Palace,
it's only a body anyway.

You little swizzer,
you got me right on the kisser

with a gaze of grace that made me ache,
you could smell her meat on me
when it looked...
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Wednesday Jul 01, 2009

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"I'LL BREACH YOU TOMORROW"

"I'm tired" he said
once again as he leaned his elbow on the stool
by breakfast.
Ignored he muttered something like
"I'll breach you tomorrow" quietly into his sugar puffs,
then, with that 12 hour work gait he finally reprieved himself up the stairs to bed.

It was in the shadows that I first pulled out of Victoria...
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rilee:

Thank you. More?

Wednesday Jun 24, 2009

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ANGEL ISLINGTON

I walkaway from the crowdless concert
where skinny boys in skinny jeans smoke,
and i smoke too
because I'm sad in old friends,
talking Belle and Sebastian
with another I no longer even have to leave behind.

After an awkward offering and a drink or two
the Favella on the Great Eastern Road
strikes up and I stumble in alone,
doubler rum...
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gigondas:

Ever read London Fields?

gigondas:

I like to read several things at once as well. The only time I'm not is when something really grabs me.

As for my current reads:

SPOILERS! (Click to view)

Best music writer ever.


and

the Man