along the north sea port
join a Virgil woman
guiding darker underground
beneath the cities of men
up for air
ice hung with our breath
long wrapped woollens
nestling steel in our pockets
heated by such as our own mortal blood
behind the drapes
through the doors
company of sailors whores and other stranded strangers
ritual of smoke
purification of rum
dreams spoke of southerner seas
twined with stories of the ice
phantomed like Frankenstein and Winnetou
every one of us a mythology onto ourselves and each other.
what you we do but cling?
what could we do but put our breathing mouths together?
labyrinth
tongues
underworld
archetype
alive.
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Sister Stones
Today I brought her stones,
sister stones
white round found together on the beach
Not the waxy white,
not glassy grey,
but almost opal
Round
Alike
Together
brought to her still wet
from my having sucked their salt
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Entering Us through Breath
I couldn’t tell you which was man or which was woman
Or how they met their end.
I couldn’t see where one began, another ended
Or begin to guess how many.
But I can tell you this for sure:
They had never taken to the ground,
No matter how much heaped upon them,
They are always now, creatures of the air.
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With Alessandra
~
time travels softly
across the river
sun pours
volcanoes of night
suck away the day
ghosts rise hungry
clean olive scented bones
in another sleepless night
along this land of green dreams
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31.235712
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he had stayed away before
afraid of his own dreams
now 5:30 in the a.m.
she had come to him
so real he cursed god
wept into the kitchen
cursing god again
once more when sleep had took him
with out words she came
sat with him on deep scorch-less grass
head to head
dark her eyes kept him breathless
until once more was gone
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I come from a story
first told by my mother and my father
then friends siblings schools streets woodlands lovers enemies partners children
only now the story somewhat long do i consider –
who is it knows the story is a story
where is that part of me?
and is that the same part that has always filled
the empty space between the lines
with poetry.
25.April.2019
william
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never mind the other guy.
you need to ask yourself – what am i going to do to make the world a better place?
sit around and wait til i have a billion dollars or…
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~
went down by the house you used to live in
all the windows had the same curtains
the one where your bedroom was was open
for a moment
draped in white
your invisible hands
wave
~
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