Apr 12, 2008 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
I was run over by the truth one day. Ever since the accident I’ve walked this way So stick my legs in plaster Tell me lies about Vietnam. Heard the alarm clock screaming with pain, Couldn’t find myself so I went back to sleep again So fill my ears with...
Feb 14, 2008 | Lies, My Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
Don’t worry, he said, taking her hand. I’m not, she said, taking it back. We’ll jump off together, he assured. You’ve already jumped, she pointed out. Well that’s true. There’s a difference between free-falling and flying. Yeah, you know where you’re...
Jan 7, 2008 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
they enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter. all about them the cold, familiar wind- now the grass, tomorrow the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf one by one objects are defined- it quickens: clarity, outline of leaf but now the stark...
Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
i couldn’t say if the warmth on my lips is from your breath, or the coffee i’ve been drinking to stay awake with you. And now you could read... South of the Border, West of the Sun In A German Pension But Beautiful Speak, Memory Homesick For Another World...
Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
if there were dreams to sell, what would you buy? some cost a passing bell, some a light sigh, that shakes from life’s fresh crown only a rose-leaf down. if there were dreams to sell, merry and sad to tell, and the crier rung the bell, what would you buy? a...
Dec 20, 2006 | Lies, Poetry, Truth & Lies |
i am not the man i seem, not a stable craft, monumental in the storm. i have great difficulty in living. there’s another world closer. i wished, i telepathised, i slipped away, and once did cry. i, buddha, now and then; i, jesus, when i want you; i, posh to be...