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Urban Interrelation
14:01 Sep 29 2006
Times Read: 540




Without choosing to lose,



This draped skyline could devour us.





Buildings raise glazed, reflected eyes,



Oblivious, unapologetic



through billowing curls of perspiration



under tiredly suspended skies.



The itching city doesn’t plan,



full of lust and admiration



embracing with the haze it lies, or



pelted in heartfelt cloudburst



with a grasp for consideration.





Swarming far beneath we move



weighted by the backdrop



Driven and drained in our search for direction.





(c) HF 2005

Claim
14:00 Sep 29 2006
Times Read: 541

"We can't help you here."



I watch the words squeeze slowly



through tight pink pasted lips.



I found the barriers at reception



infinitely more supportive.





Clutching grimy tickets



we infest the waiting room,



where posters show the symptoms



of feel good politics,



residing next to warnings



not to shoot up or urinate.





People transform



into red three digit numbers



flashing by in an instance



while beneath electric screens



a whole class gets dismissed.





Photocopied references are proof of my existence,



while i'm led by confusion



from one enclosure to the next



under dust grey strip lighting



penned in by sticky walls



until finally my case is done.





I trip outside into afternoon sun



catching my bedraggled reflection



against a sky blue mercedes with a council pass.







(c) HF 2005

Marked
14:00 Sep 29 2006
Times Read: 542




Somewhere in that bed



the real self lies bleeding



twisted and smeared with rejection.



No longer in the fix of his grasp,



beholden to a complexion of radiating glory.





No dosage of love will veil



the scrapes of imperfection.





In contrast her existence is shameful,



his light has exposed aching flaws.



Wondering once more as she was lost before



Dumped in places she'd never wished to have been



and forced again, to revisit.





No mask of honey will lift



the sickly stench of decay.







(c) HF 2005

One For Sorrow
13:59 Sep 29 2006
Times Read: 543




Bow to your brother.



For he knows your game,



spies the motive beneath every scrawl.



While you lumber lonely



from where beauty has fallen,



he saw you twist to turn heavy chinned



and leave behind nothing but shame.





Bow to your brother.



Though he lines their nest daily



with sad riches that he's fought to steal.



Still he'll never know pity for his callous kin;



He'll crow that he knows what weighs at your collar



to remind you again and again,



that the hearts that you've gone about thieving



weigh as gold on a glorious chain.







(c) HF 2005

Night Flight
13:58 Sep 29 2006
Times Read: 544




These sheets lined reveries as satin



curled post coital in summer's day.



Now drawn heavy over sore skin



In your absence all is turbid, all is grey.







Haunted dreams follow with an eye on the phone,



Ear to the lock and a thud in my mouth.



Shrouded daylight burns through to find me alone



Foetally turned away to sleep my way south.







(c) HF 2005

These Are Mine
13:58 Sep 29 2006
Times Read: 545




Where moonlight sheathes the tide



Beyond whispering dunes



Breathing the haze of a thousand years,





Where twinkling stream feeds



the shimmering green



and blackbird broadcasts I am home,





Where towering crystalline



shelters smoky rainbows



as sirens envelope in frenzied revolution,



These are mine.







(c) HF 2005

The Undertow
13:57 Sep 29 2006
Times Read: 546




Words!



When set to the rhythm of love



could mean anything.



I fumble my way across your face



as if it were braille.







But what?



When drowned in the echoes



of words once said;



just the imprints of a memory



of a body once read,







What?



When circles ever decreasing



asfixiate our dreams,



...Would I gasp?



...Would I kick?



...Would I cling?



...Would I sink?









(c) HF 2005

Old Don
17:25 Sep 11 2006
Times Read: 559




At what cost



those eyes drew to the moon



revealing glittering shoals



behind a crumbling face?



Dry mouth closed on an airy croak,



his sad chest rose...and fell.







(See the maidens



dressed in thorns



reborn of twisted mettle)







Shuddering bones



that can't catch hold



the escape of a wandering mind.



Though it remained unsaid



I listened.



While he told me not to be sad







(my heart's beaten threefold,



my feet always filthy,



and my head ever so full)







(c) HF 2005