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Renku #1
by Paul Garner, Peter Wilson

Number of episodes: 36
Words of previous episode revealed to each author: all of story
Written between 4 Jul 2004 and 27 Sep 2005


how many
people
can you fit in this cell?

the potential
is untold

'til i've
got my mouth
around it, i will not know

the wider the opening
the less discretion

listen to the
open purses
and you'll hear money mingle

trapped in the meniscus
crawling up the wall

I wish she'd open
the door up
for it's getting cold in here

and it looks so warm
out in the sun

creeping vines
flickering light
shadows play cat and dog

I waver for a moment
up on the high beam

talking with you
exploring atmospheres
bending the straight line

sophisticated notions
I am like the oceans

jumping ion
into situations
places to find myself from

a priest of topography
and map-maker to the stars

listen to the sound
of the sun
a gentle hum

got the bumblebee blues
honey's the muse

the night steals
the day
for the invisible twin

backroom deals
decide your fate

a hundred thousand
mountains
sleep beneath the sea

and a million ripples
reflect the sky

trays of dull habit eat
up the time
for the finer things have fallen

in solitude
I build up friction

there's a hum
in the air
and a pang in my belly

are you acting for the government?
cook a meal and turn off the telly

I like the sound of crimson
it's a line between truth and lies
tell me your solution

dissolve into the pink
as if for the first time

the banks of books
behind tether roots
fill with emptiness

balancing on the ledger
all your checks are void

i want to take you
back to the days
i felt like the oldest of boys

tracing my eye socket
these few things i know

paper flesh from
a vault
is mistaken sustenance

I can appease the hunger
but not quench the thirst

you told me you were leaving
but i didn't really believe
that i needed you to stay

the walls are still bare
and I'm running out of paint

the creaking god beneath concrete
whispers bullets in my ears
i need a holiday or a new head

an escape from this tortured twisted strumming
rolling in love beside the truth of a candle flame




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