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Post by Bernard Alain on Mar 10, 2009 11:44:00 GMT -5
some nights slowly roast into perdition truism the quietly deformed noose that hangs, waits for me to make the first move the options ersatz at best and the city much like morning punctilious chirps that care less about who it serenades and john you old fart we all know you pick your nose and snooze when no-one's looking I used to do that and it's always been there the trollies the power grid the sidewalks that go at 7am arrive back a little later at 5pm, now I'm here hauling on a cigarette waiting for hoops to come apart
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Post by Ivan Carswell on Mar 10, 2009 17:29:20 GMT -5
an intriguing mixture of truism and earthy observation - something you do very well, subtly contrasted against urban structure. If there is such a thing as 'raw delicacy' then this must be it...
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Post by Bernard Alain on Mar 11, 2009 11:35:07 GMT -5
thanks Ivan, an older write that was revived for a submission to an anthology, I will be catching up on the forum poetry soon, I'm a little tied up at the moment with my book and the review but will be back to do some serious reading.
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Post by Dunstan Attard on Mar 12, 2009 2:43:34 GMT -5
intensity, power a clear surface that runs deep at corners...gallery material ... wow two in immediate succession...must be a record of something ... or perhaps the sun is shining too bright this morning
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