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29 July 2011

Lamentations

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A pale orb silent shines
Over those at rest
Both the living 
And the dead
A million silver tears 
Are quietly shed
For lovers lost
And children taken
In the soft and bitter night
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25 July 2011

Yo Yo Adjustment

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 I don’t know which way is up   and which way is right   some police officers   from the zoological geometry division   was asking me the square   of the hippopotenuse   but I kept shtum     I ain’t as dumb as I look    and I don’t look as dumb as I seem    I just stared at their velcro macramé feet    and acted all sweet and innocent    like a cubic hyena in heat  

I had shoes like em once   I said    but they wouldn’t hang straight    they beat me relentlessly    they beat me   thoroughly    when they eventually left    I knew I’d been beaten    cops don’t hand out beatings    like that no more    no pride    no professional pride in their work     I’m not complaining see     and I ain’t going all nostalgic    it’s just I hate to see declining standards    

I lost my sense of up and down    so I went to have my yo – yo adjusted    the man said we don’t do that no more      people use scatellite navigators      I can’t afford no scatellite     if everybody gets a scatellite    they’ll blot out the sun!      but we’ll know where it is     he explained    we’ll track it on scatellites

I got a new string for my yo – yo     but he said I’d have to wind it myself    they had declining standards to maintain     I no longer know which way is up      and which way is right        my yo – yo pulls to the left    or maybe it’s me     standing a little to the right

21 July 2011

Burglar

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The morning sun creeps

Through your window

Like a friendly burglar

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19 July 2011

16 July 2011

Seven Wonders

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The Seven Wonders
Walked in the park
No-one saw them
It was dark
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Over my radio

Radio
Velvet doves
Coo in silence
Over my radio
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11 July 2011

The Wolf Moon

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The Wolf Moon,
Casts silver daggers,
That pierce the night.
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10 July 2011

The Folly Of Wisdom

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The glamour of corruption,

The conceit of men,

The folly of wisdom.

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9 July 2011

The Dark

The Dark

Afraid of the winter dark

The ghost in the window

Was your own reflection

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7 July 2011

The Dragonfly Hunter




How far to-day in chase, I wonder,
Has gone my hunter of the dragon-fly?

A reinterpretation of a Haiku by Chiyojo (1703-1775)
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3 July 2011

Storm in a Tea Cup

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I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
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I SLAY THE BUDDHA
I SLAY THE BUDDHA
I SLAY THE BUDDHA
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
CREATES A BUDDHA
IS IT YOU - OR ME
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I REMEMBER YOUR HAND
SHAKING
THE HAND OF FRIENDSHIP
TREMBLED
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
REVEALS THE BUDDHA
NONE CAN SEE
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I REMEMBER YOUR SMILE
FRAGILE
YOUR JUDAS LIPS WERE
KISSED
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
SLAYS THE BUDDHA
IN YOU AND ME
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I REMEMBER YOUR LIES
SUBTLE
THE SLIGHT OF HAND
CONCEALED
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JUST A LITTLE DROP
IN A CUP OF TEA
BETRAYS THE BUDDHA
IN YOU AND ME
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I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
I AM THE BUDDHA
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YOU SLAYED THE BUDDHA
YOU SLAYED THE BUDDHA
YOU SLAYED THE BUDDHA
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