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Saturday 14 July 2012

Dolls

They don’t knock on doors not all of them
familiarity is password enough
family is licence
after all
and they come
and they come
and they take and take and take,
and little dolls
don’t know how to cry
not always -
they stay crumpled in a corner
they just die
they just die
they just die.

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Friday 13 July 2012

Song of the endless chess game

Heart played mind
sometimes with the white pieces of clarity
and sometimes with the black
of unreadable heart twinge,
and mind, playing heart,
likewise played black now
moves wrought in the fires of known-rule
clothe in the dark ash of logic,
or white
in the simple clarity
of as-is safety.
They played and played
and neither won
and neither lost
and never did they agree to draw.

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Thursday 12 July 2012

Dayadi


She measures height
how far she’s come
this magic-bean baby
playing with theories of relativity
not saying but wondering
'When will I catch up?'
in the ways of sisters,
measuring the timber of rivalry
against me;
but she’s come far
from cradle to crawl
stumble to sprint
from lift-me-up
to ‘I will reach your shoulder soon’;
come night, though
she turns into baby
takes womb-shape
and I can't stop kissing
this made-for-love girl. 

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Wednesday 11 July 2012

Word-people

Men and women come with bone, vein and sinew
and other corporeal parts:
that’s biology.

Men and women
are often hurt-made
and love-seeded,
colour and flavoured
ideologied too. 

But men and women
are but words
or letter combinations
burning unpredictabilities
and punctuated out of season.

And those rare creatures
slip through wire
fly through screen;
doors don’t stop them
and they are invisible
to the sentinels of reason and rule.

They dissolve the universe
and re-draw sunsets
in the colours of their choice.

Some call them children
and they wouldn’t be too wrong.

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