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Winged Thoughts in the Age of Air

Month: August, 2015

Daddy Long Legs

Study in the exhausted
summer where sapphires
die in spider-webs
a sun-dried skeleton:
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expired in the arbour.

Wrapped lovingly
around a wisteria pod’s
green torpedo of seasonal
exit, clockwork death’s
beautiful coffin-shaped
mother-ship of final
transportation

He offers a small
passionate testament:
something makes
created things cohere.
(Always another world
nearer than near.)

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Meeting in Sunlight

A sunlit pavement
dust illuminated
her shadow, mine.

Sublime, since
love is subtle, just
her outline stated:

Silhouette-trace
that consecrated
curve of her face

Where in desire
sunlight sheds joy
across the world.

Philosophers, think:
her two-dimensional
shadow touching mine.

One glance makes
the sun of love
to shine.

Imagine other rays
from that divine
light-source of her eyes.

Lovers, cosmologers!
See a man seeing truth
for the first time.

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Simple

Men are stupid
women are complicated
but God is so simple.

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Shackleton

An explorer lost
at the pole, searching
for the world’s axis
ship crushed in grinding ice
sees no morning
till a distant summer
raises the sun
from dark months.

Imagine
that returning light
as mystics decribe
warm rays shining
into separation
from a supernatural face
when the dead dream about
the angel of release.

Auroras flicker
round her head;
there’s a flame
in a frozen spine.
Earth no longer
revolves, silently
blue ghosts cast
fantastic shadows.

Oriental cities rise
up into the sky’s
overturned lifeboat.
A photograph
in the underworld
means everything
to men kept alive
in eternal night.

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Business Class

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People bouncing around the planet
like three-dimensional yoyo’s
on a squash-court of international airports.

The angular quality of movement today
reflected in sidetracked lives where
everything happens too fast.

A universe unravels as bodies out-of-phase
collide painfully in aching extremities
modern influenza caught travelling.

Magnates cross the sky business-class
names briefly engraved on clouds by lasers
by men with holographic epaulettes.

Only these are too good to touch the earth
too rarefied for our blue sphere.
Business-class is for the very best.