into the casthouse
eating apples with Žižek
cleansing substance
licking the bone
clean
pouring ourselves into actuality
melting a hundred thalers
to Kant's dismay
swallowing pig ore as we are made
in the up flow
our slow
declining difference
in Machynlleth
water bailiffs beg the riverbed
to bleed
just colour
when there are no words
pink ribbon
wrapped around the school gate
view point A and view point B
ricocheting endlessly
across the ache
of a missing child
parallax
my finger
falls down the map
tracing A roads
through the Brecon Beacons
down
to the stingray shape of home
twice removed
where Burnyeat & Brown
sank the pit
along with part of her heart
and part of his
a little context if you want it, just click on the line you are interested in :
stingray shape of home
missing child/Machynlleth
Žižek(my current read)
a hundred thalers
casthouse
a little context if you want it, just click on the line you are interested in :
stingray shape of home
missing child/Machynlleth
Žižek(my current read)
a hundred thalers
casthouse
5 comments:
a bit surreal...i like the A and B play through out..., the stingray shape of home, intriguing...the missing child, yikes...and def brings the emo in...
Thanks Brian.
I've added a little context :-)
ok the footnotes def open the doors to parts of the poem...ha on the map, that was cool..ugh on missing girls though....we have a huge furnace near here as well...
Wow, chick, excuse me, Cat, this sings and brings the heart right into it. It;s been awhile since I've read you. I like the energy and conviction, the feel of each word in its place. Not just a casual write, I feel words are there for your purpose. At any rate, it worked for me. Very kool.
You had me right from the opening line - lovely play with words and ideas
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