From HARMONY-IN-BLACK
Maladjustment
Childlike hiding behind the curtain but
Then it was never for long the moon
now out of the treetops had less to say
For itself than usual I could say how
easy it was to hurt or how perfect the
Memory for things that burned but it
was only a print-out we were
given a
Colder or softer texture
can’t be found
Desirable Element
The last house has it all
to do still I’m
Glad the lawn’s so
green a shot of
coffee in the sun reminds
me what’s in
Store when the sky sees fit what’s
best is slinging things out de fide a
Portrait of end-it-all decorum rusty
Dreams I remember the knock-down
Praises those futures touching wood
Active Ingredient
What’s coming through? who can tell
Precisely what
for her it was voices
singing and no-one there beyond this
Present order and last rehearsals only
Interference down the line can possibly
Hold the key
though it’s taken a long
time getting here
the ‘vagaries’ seem
To agree to handling raising the price
Harsh Encounters
Opposition forces are currently in melt-
Down and light from the long-handled
torch is beginning to flicker this isn’t
So much ‘exhibiting’ as undercutting
the
source
at home in limboland there’s a
Respectable depth in all you see I am
just one of the elders grappling with a
Storm wanting it over wanting it again
© Peter Dent, 2007
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