AutoPirate's Blog – August 2012 Archive (5)

Archipelogos II

and the islands sloughed off

the mainland

in a continuum geocritical



break upon break

division upon division

of terrestrial meisosis



many in the many

no man is Robinson Crusoe Island

but I have lived on him



quakes that break

great lakes and landmasses

fed to…

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Added by AutoPirate on August 21, 2012 at 4:40 — No Comments

Archipelogos

It was the cliff

broken with reason

that landed on seapaper

forming theoretical islands

bunched like coins in a purse



in the stitches

between reason

theoretical lifeforms arose

out of the clear rush

coming to shore like baby



incomparably, legs were four

trees ached

with theoretical yearning

for seed and windsong

long like a spun horse's braid



is the cold of the North different

to the cold of the South?

the…

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Added by AutoPirate on August 21, 2012 at 4:32 — No Comments

The Shipyard

The night harbours

blink with electricity

to nerve



the port head

and lighthouse eye

every bone is a ship

the skeleton fleet

mooring to journey


of body

in the coming morning



the night harbours

ghostreadings

that steal away to dancehalls

sailor to shorewalker to dancehall dancer

treading boards on the pier

the sun hesitates to rise

thankfully

and the salt hull

shares to sails brimming

masts…

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Added by AutoPirate on August 21, 2012 at 4:04 — No Comments

For Someone in General

Permutations of rainscatter on the
Macquarie Street concrete

spring interrupted winter for a whole week

before gales ripped roofs and flags

I imagined you walking next to me on a night

nearly idyllic but for the absence of you



you, colourful lion on a bicycle
You, mare on an escalator
You, idea on a jinxed plane



That you exist is beyond question

but how you exist -



in selfperceivings

in present…
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Added by AutoPirate on August 13, 2012 at 16:40 — No Comments

Poem for "The Gamut" art project

The geometry of eking a living,
a harvesting, a seeing, the sense of air, 
a body clothed - whether the temperatures rules us 
in wide planes, and whether we can sleep
in an open sustenance of breeze



Protection to play the while as a mimick-bird
lyres and lazes in flight’s reach - a garden to scarcity,
love to the aimless, fire and plant to the broth



here, take this, this is love, and fire and plant…
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Added by AutoPirate on August 2, 2012 at 16:00 — 1 Comment

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