October 20, 2009

Sketches from Auckland

read between the lines, the old man dies a little bit more every day. Light between the sky's stone brothers tilting the stalker's walk, lover's talk, talk, talk reeling off this cavernous mind.  Then comes in the whaler, yeah, without the end of the silver lining....
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Gravity weeps
Drinking my feet
Slug along
Shuffle holding
The sneak
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Sleepwalking undress
The blanket is left
You never hear past the billowing box
You never see past her jaws and lost
Lost below, lost below
Peering up through waves
Of years, of days
And silhouettes of mines and ships
Drifting limbs, whispering lips
Caress me deep, deep deep
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Whispered this book on the back of your ear
Searching for sounds you couldn't hear
Painted this picture on the backs of your eyes. 
To keep this last still heart from the lies
We keep in walking
Breathe by talking
How could we hold so much
And let this small world live.
What happened to the mysterious way
You move, you loved
What followed these curious days
Where all was spent on the dream
On the clouds you left at home.  
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Run to the blue
Drink deep while you still can
These are subtle animals here

Stumble drive
Stay alive
The queen has lost her way

And everything said
Could be listened instead
Just over here
Over here
Over here again. 

And the wheels 
When they crumble
And horses fall to the vultures
The dream has become
The soft drink of night

However you get in
Fueled by only what came with you inside the door.
Keep on,
Keep on
You might never make it
You already won
Keep on
Keep on

We'll see if this was the way. 
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