11/03/10

Camus drinks Hot Chocolate

A DREAM – 05/03/10

I held a slither of my brothers face,
stroking left cheek.
his eye still staring
the lids holding us in.
dismembered.
he had sent himself.

humans at war with the rainbows,
i never understand.
dispatched to translucency in
a place they call home
as we watch the rise
of an absent shade,
the sky indescribable,
a flash-pan of startling intrusions.
smoke rippling
where bodies explode
due to gun fire impact from below.

arching towards the right,
over a dragons shoulder
i see the ripple...
"that was him"
have you ever lived without a doubt?
neither had i, but this new light was real.

squidge between fingertips
what, how and when do i reveal
his death to my sister?
patience, problems, the waiting game.
perhaps mother first?
a tricky procedure to endure
with the tear process restricting my grip on the words,
tendents freeze.
contacts disable.
horror.
my mobile phone is out of credit.

IN-DEN-SHUN • 1

CROWN JEWELS pt.II

found.

WAKEY WAKEY

17/02/10

On the walk home I imagine life with a drivers license in my pocket next to the key of a signified 'home'. It is at a point where the hill steers left I picture packing your words into the door panels and sellotaping what you said under the seats. But my capabilities are provisional, so all I can do is play over the conversation into a dictaphone and stop, rewind.
And play.
Stop and rewind.
Play.
Did I get up and leave?
Why?
It's what she said when we recognized who stood in the portrait photograph hanging at the bar.

II.

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