Sunday 25 April 2010

The crux

oh, I’ve been winging it, alright
that has never been the problem

it’s that wall
where rules are kept unwritten
a do-not-come-near
warning at the gates of reach

even breath, cautiously unspoken
equals bilateral flaw;
denting space
just a little too near
a certain percentage of
possible breach

bring out the clouds obscuring
- once you know who I am
too many take what they think they can -
followed by rain's distortion
flushing out what’s left
of whatever plan

and now you’ve found your reflection
of notice on the wall

how did you not-know this?

it is basic irony

that I too,
am cautiously disclaiming:
handle with care
clause containing
plausible deniability


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Friday 9 April 2010

(Minor) detail

the place where we connect
should be a handshake, or a hug
a common ground on … common ground
not just a thought we write down
before we forget

and with every significant amble
roots reach deeper
plotting out new corners
of this sumbiounic detail

a non-existent word
that can not be explained
nor shrugged away;
the presence of a present
constantly unwrapping its veil
until more connections remain

and finally,
the last hurdle we face
is this fear of drawing out
a direction, unseen
which, we already have done
and therefore is a moot
convention
of still wanting
what Is
and not
could have been


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