Author: waby eliott
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BLYND MYND
ebony head for a day and a halfi went on walks to dissipatea little luck, but still no laughwooden head won’t resonatedon’t include me,be rude to me,feud with me,or be crude with meplease don’t touch medon’t stroke me or joke with mei’m not laughing smirkingdoesn’t mean i’m hurtingi’m just bored and tired andwired into the…
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HIDDEN PYRAMID
i don’t mind but you moundwhen i dug for truth and i founda hidden pyramida pyramid all hidpoking up through the groundto my right is the shorei looked left and i sawa volcano with asmoke haloand a red hot chilli hot corea yellow daffodilsplattered in blooda field in francepuddled in muda warm green seaa floating…
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THE BEACH FILLS UP MY TOES
the beach fills up my toesthe sunball slowly goesthe clouds a-pinken sweetlythe sea-breeze wheezy blowsfriendships built on sandgrains and granules andseashell shards and sweating beercanscement the new-formed bandthoughts want to be heardbut don’t support the wordstumbled mumbled sentenceslike broken-throated birdsthe eyes of night alivethe darkness is a beautywe dig and dive and stretch and strivelike…
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MOTHERS
the mother screams in painthe sheets are wet like raina bloody screaming mess expelledand upside-down by ankles held…with big bright eyes and light soft hairholding on to legs of chairwhen things fearful are detectedlift and hug and kiss expected…in all the street there’s no disputeeverybody says she’s cuteconfident in song and dancedoted on by all…
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I AM RAT
i am ratrunnersniffer you will diei won’tdiffer glare at meyou will notlike me snaring meyou try tofight me i existwhen yousee me when you don’tyou can’tconceive me i am ratsniffingsnot you will diei willnot the soul of the rat includes every rat, every living and dead rat plus every dream and thought of rat, plus…
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A BURNING FISH
i was sitting on holy mountain tending my holy sheep when down from the skies swam a burning fish and asked me if i was asleep i shook my head quite loosely like a bag of walnut shells he kissed me quick and singed my lips i hollered like a bell i hollered till they…
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8:38
i’ve reached the ideal: 8:38 not too early and not too late sit upon a dead tree, listen to the sounds of fair-day music on the football grounds survey the woods from a mossy throne moonlight shattered like broken bone 8:38 is still my favourite numerological (twice-repeating) timestamp in the 12 hour clock. whenever i…
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DOG
i’m a dog with a forehead a sorehead dog pat my brow and my brains will grow let me sniff your fingers i’m a dog with a longnose i inhale the memories between your toes i once had a nightmare where you died i swish my tail when i’m by your side curl up on…
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ANOTHER PASSAGE TO THE WOODS
another passage through the woods another passage to the woods the bleak winter is caving in the snowdrops pop their heads again the wily deer that can’t be found leave hoof prints on the soggy ground the river runs past sad and brown i throw it a stick but it just sinks down and the…
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EVERY BIRTH
every birth is a rebirth every garden an eden each person is old earth every death is a freedom deceased meat and vegetable matter help us get a little fatter blood placenta, piles of dung the sullied beds from where we sprung a chicken’s breast is so delicious the slaughterhouse is where it’s sliced a…