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Time Lapses (Republished)
TIME LAPSES
Time lapses
Into emptiness
Hung in webbing of
Indefinable echoes
Between moon phases
Again
It’s now
Alone
Without Bars: Four By Six
WITHOUT BARS
Prefers to drink at home
The alcohol’s cheaper
And being by yourself
The company’s better
Ageing Loner
AGEING LONER
Hasn’t spoken – in Realtime or Realspace –
With anyone for s/he doesn’t care how long
Except for the supermarket checkout robot
Who needs the delays, the complications
In slicing up old sores and chewing the fat?
Pours three fingers of pixillation and ice
Taps up a Hollyflick with a flick of the wrist
Pixellated simulations substitute stimulation
Ignored, Kronos tiptoes by in plaid bedsocks
Winter Winds
WINTER WINDS
An absence of birds
Breath a sharp edge of silence
With the taint of bleach
A Walk In The Rain
…..
A WALK IN THE RAIN
To be found here walking all alone once again
An indistinct form cloaked in the sheeted rain
Seeking that covert mobile surgery by and by
Maintained for the care of the wounded private I
A hush hush travelling consulting room, moving
Holding the heart till it deems it safe for removing
Unobserved, undisturbed, the husk from the grain
Solitude, the perfect place for such private pain
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May I apologise to all the folk who commented on an unrevised version of this poem. If you now wish to remove or alter your original comment, please let me know and we will sort it out. Following a night’s sleep and two or three hours – on and off – I think I am finally content with the piece.
Insufficient
INSUFFICIENT
I will always
find myself honest
a way of making me happy is
what I want
Tuesday
Wednesday
arrived
should I say how sad I am
these days
I barely move
I call
I wait for a sign
so tired
so sleepy
I hold my tears
everyday
I am myself
I am mad
because honest
is not helping
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– This blackout poem was extracted, with permission, from Miss Audrey’s post: “Shut up. Good night.” (http://currentlocationwonderland.wordpress.com/2012/07/20/shut-up-good-night/)
Unsung
UNSUNG
She wears her heart upon her sleeve
Yet no one’s here to take her arm
In minor keys she learns to grieve
Her melodies her only balm
She opens, sings her innards out
Awaits an echo with cupped ear
Her thirst persists, becomes a drought
Repeated dryly year by year
No more than a torment in the end
Locked in this room of mirrors where
Reflections are her only friend
Her song alone – no one else there
Time Lapses
TIME LAPSES
Time lapses
Into emptiness
Hung in webbing of
Indefinable echoes
Between moon phases
Again
It’s now
Alone
Ben Naga 