March 2010
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Sarah Hickey →
God
Imagine being full of saved drafts and made rafts,
Picking your way through the mazes of half laughs
Sticking your pavement on top of the hearts asks
To hear what its saying and not to be half-arsed
But more to appreciate scholars and real art
Knowing your role and not playing this false part
Throwing the dole and the nab like a sharp dart
Piercing the soul red and round like a sweet tart
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Lucky
So, it seems I stay up late
Riding on the night-time freight
Listening to the beats of Moby
At least tonight I seem more sober.
Weighing up my life with measurements
Making sense of hasty leisure spent
Seeing the truth through the spirit Ego
IS it a question of ‘how to be free’ though?
Snaking a sandwhich and hiding in real-time
Wanting a lover but kicking the feline
Dairy...
So...
It’s Friday and I’m waiting and the hunger-pains need sating
There’s a dribble on your drabble that just seems to never end
There’s madness in this house and all the noise is escalating
I hungry and I’m waiting and I think of you, my friend.
Thrilling me and killing me and selling me as Tuna
I didn’t even realize what a great big hunk you were
With your...
CNN
Because, according to You Tube, it was CNN reporting on Fractal Geometry.
My mouth watered as I watched the computer screen… I could see a grandpa with thick black glasses on describe the colours of the universe. The video must have been some score years old because…
