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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

12 Poems Of Joy - IV


I note a lump inside me,
in my body -
in the thorax, in fact -
in my chest -
just shy
of the sixth rib.

It throbs.

It is clearly alive.

It is an eager, pupate lepidoptera.

Or, no, it is a slim lizard, legs bundled, incubating.

Or, no, it is a cradling mammal perhaps, coiled like an ammonite,
fragile paws over sightless eyes,
praying for its life.

Or, no, i see clearly now it is a gleaming spring
of terror,
its breathing a rhythmic flexing of its own strength,
preparing to stand out into the world,
where it will do infinite mischief beyond all recall.

I have treasured it so,
loved it so, this thing,
and i accept that i shall treasure it always,
even as it clears my breastbone and murders us all.


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It has nice Lovecraft kind of feel, I like it. Have you jumped the pond already? I have been out if the loop for a couple months?

- By Anonymous Art, at Fri Aug 25, 04:36:00 AM GMT+1  

Forget the previous question. I just found the "Outland" like countdown timer on the sight. Exciting stuff. Is J ready? Are you?

- By Anonymous Art, at Fri Aug 25, 04:46:00 AM GMT+1  

Hey there! Good to see you around these parts again.

We are getting more and more ready. I think we'll finally become fully ready when we land at Heathrow.

- By Blogger Neal Romanek, at Fri Aug 25, 06:30:00 PM GMT+1  

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