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Bag Drop

29/6/2009

How quickly will the soul travel

Once it is shaved of its ballast?

Once a secret soldier, wayfarer migrant

the miles piled up

effortlessly.

Now he has been presented with wheels

four

he sits and he smiles

shoulders hunched, elbows perched.

Never worry, I'll be there,

the spirit you gave me

devoted;

my head, my talk, my style, my witness

your Fast Track.

I hope the coffee is good airside...

Nail Me Down

23/6/2009

so I can never move again!
the Victorious wind on this line that's a Circle
may tear and tease flesh from between teeth
Metropolis mist between my back and the ground
Northern ice slicing
the Central portion of my spine.
My soul craves a Jubilee
residence
in the District where a Light driverless Railway may carry me to the Docks
and out to sea.

Nail me down!
Under ground!

Among a spaghetti string of colours
white glass frozen pearl
hides, untouched.
My essence in an Oyster.

Gluten-free

18/6/2009

He rids himself of poison
vision blurred

He notes hairs and beads of sweat
the smell of jasmine
He hears the crows and waves that crash
clouds on the shoreline

As he chooses to walk away
his senses heightened

To miss a pebble
to skip a prayer
forget a link
a smile a breath

Is to be not
and lose oneself

Brief or long, he doesn't care
a meaning here
intense
he craves

this is his reward,
Soldier True.

Carrer de la Selva del Mar

6/6/2009

A turtle
I carry
My shell
My suitcase

No glass has pierced my feet
Yet I may bleed

Intellect harnessed
to pick up the pieces
the shards and slivers
we could not preserve

So fragile a thought can be carried
by wind alone
with white-gloved gusts

I must shuffle home
before turbulence brings
the turtle I am
all the way down

heartbeat

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Bag Drop

Nail Me Down

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Carrer de la Selva del Mar

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