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2009/10/01


i'd hardly say it's enuff
t'say
It's hardly enuff
to say
say
I love you
now yr' gone
gone



an yr gone
yrgone
Lips me lie waked
(at)
(dawn)
at
night
(what 'they' call
night)




waitin' fer you
fer you
waitin'




Hardly enough

hardly barely enough to chew




to do I love
love you
a space popped her eye open




And

her sandals woke under the bongos



her laughter
was the wealthy comin' round my face
lockin' up


looking up

at You

at you





Riding
Riding me

like a stage coach

stage coach
Only to Prompt your cries

your cries

cry

then


eyes ramblin'
round


Holding

Holdin'


Holdin' your body waist
Whispering
you love

love




its not enuff

to break a poem

what poem?

got lost in the wifely air?

is that a verse or stanza in your hair?

come to me sandwich

I'll break your bread

She shouted

Love me

You love me

Love me

lustheap

in the carry-on angel of our love .




2 (oo)
fray



what vanished _
a goddess speaking to Aeneas
some
'minor' poet
cataloging her way




she cried
her sobs
a wept volcano
over arms
skin smelt deep
of years
of not seen
it was that way
it was that
way
had to be
haj
a pilgrimage of love





our haj in two
was that electronic aeon of her body
sick with the rue
of some sickness or too
much readiness to fall


but her dew
when I put myhand under it
was wet
moist



leaving me a chance to find space in her love
and her love
love



broken spoon
too soon to incarnate its milk ~