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back Poems by Peter Wilson Number of episodes: 10 Words of previous episode revealed to each author: all of story Written between 5 Sep 2004 and 31 Mar 2005 a seed falls on stoney ground when you've forgotten love and it seems like not such a bad idea to smoke cigarettes with your rotten teeth, cell-phone in hand walking down the stairs to your next very important appointment, buying the packaged realities they're selling, finding reasons for a mass bombardment of advertising killing, filling the gap so you don't feel no more then, you've forgotten love. ----------------------------------------------------- when respect comes, forget ---------------------------------------------------- t.v. texas death watch caramel cutie pain is some-one looking for a better one watch the sun learn, but when respect comes forget. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- a song is playing a pigeon walks through water an eighties song is playing we're still rollerskating, 'round and around, a pleasant memory, my childhood hand in my sister's, it still is. music never ends the songs are sung forever our life notes fade and sound joyously again. there's no end to us and pure beatific moment the rink of years falls like a movement as real as you believe. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Taking the train home taking the train home he looks out at the sky grey clouds above the river silted brown. holographic guide dog makes ripples on the water, sign language with the driftwood, bits of plastic, bottles, beer cans. -------------------------------------------------------- Glasses in a frame Glasses in a frame Sand into ridiculous All this is ludicrous, Holding Patterns for a Habit forming breakfast. Nuns look for Razor wrists, Hold hands With the welfare state, Mesmerized By the hat and the hollow, We've seen the truth A million times, Everybody always dies. Hooked in the gallery Of fear, Corrupting faster Than an Axe. Rules temper charity Like concrete disguises Grass. ----------------------------------------------------- madness is widespread pattern push play feeds necessity basic human belief get into the groove welfare state fantasy baby. the leaves aren't for lack of sunshine someone else is getting all of your lovin' a mechanical mind- monster-respectability bank. lotto gives dead head oranges full of pigeons the sky flooded with numbers balls bouncing along numbered roads paint by meters arrows feed in mouth school here fan conditioning. noisy square climb up the gates bridge drink up before you're towed away 3, 4, 7, 7, 8. a doll in dress window she's on sale in predictable ways 7 walking lit signs of life paunch rolling ergonomics lights diodes in your pasta brain 21 crane salute the hill on pole aerial bombardment the department store thin sex monkey slides out affectations door. massage my haircut bring blue light lanterns Peter writing on the bus this is every bus frozen in forever time ear rush undersea flooding canals of thought trees tried to wind it up then, I'll go home now and sleep perhaps umbrella on pizza hand drawn cartoon how funny ha ha ha ha ha my breath exhausts myself. ----------------------------------------------- . . unknown harm unknown vice the breeze that slumbers below the vine self-less self obsession the pride of need longing for protection glass shards fill up the cup like ice. --------------------------------------------------- glasses in a frame sand into ridiculous all this is ludicrous, holding Patterns for a habit forming breakfast. nuns look for razor wrists, holding hands with the welfare state, mesmerized by the hat and the hollow. we've seen the truth a million times, everybody always dies. hooked in the gallery of fear, corrupting faster than an axe. rules temper charity like concrete disguises Grass. --------------------------------------------------------------- i bought an apple at the market and took a bite from a grenade my t-shirt reads: stop the war! my shoes are caked with blood "I want him to be alive, but, I can't make him alive, your flesh just aches." i'll cry for you with my paper eyes, with my paper eyes, "I thought I knew, but I didn't know." --------------------------------------------------------------- Fear is first death. --------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ah ha! a randomised Erich Fromm break --- in the 20th century it means schizoid self-alienation. to become what he potentially is. 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window she's took bite to may be holographic Axe. from a guide makes concrete grenade my blood "I want him noble disguises but 7, to alive, 7, but, I can't my I didn't the that problem that man is dead. 19th ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------- ah -------------------------------------------------------------------------- (funny how gentle people get once you're dead) -------------------------------------------------------------------------- high roller high stakes bearded soldier behind a wooden desk collapsed heart black hole identities looking through windows for fresh bodies to heave and rent cannon-in expressionless walking by put-on dead dull mind on this this is and that projecting files on a silver hat what you think tells me who i am nickle realities hold them in your hands ----------------------------------------------------------------- the stitch-cloth lightening of restless hearts torn up by ambition they fall apart walk by regret walk by happy stuck the message is the meaning when you're cannon-struck light the fuse and watch it burn on the street a couple embraces against the cold all is love walking past like an insignia on my soul sweet girl at the corner store hands him a card and her heart she gave him a valentine right in front of me so sweet and smiled like cool blue smoke in an iodized dream you never know when it's your turn what can be seen can't be said what it is you can't keep it in the shed a faceless mission there's a million ways infinite thoughts fall like rain you can't keep it or build it up then what it is just becomes corrupt thoughts and memories go and come the future-past it comes undone there's happen and a'happening and many ways --------------------------------------------------------- wire coils around our hearts smoke fills our lungs sitting in chipped seats in bright humvees skulls cracked and spilling precious thoughts and petite dreams a new goat for father your next pair of jeans our right to feel safe is bought with tankers of blood our child sleep soundly their's sleep in the mud they those evil ones they have a dozen names ultimate-preserving-freedom-justice is a school in flames -------------------------------------------------------------- say something once never say it again take all the flags down from the walls of your den they'll make a good fire no future no past that is just a trick a turn of mind only eternal moment converging they think that self image never ends watch them watch themselves there's something crazy about people who think they know something and it's real there's a trace of logic from the dust on the trail and more than one way to cross the silver stream old man with an afro there could be any number of reasons why the shit went down to the people who look for rusted steel mortars homes in the shells and to the man crouching with his arms 'round a lamppost don't you see the cars rushing by your knees? you're on the edge of the road but at least it's not the middle they breathe and yawn and sow the flowers in your yard to those to scared of themselves to smile at a stranger to be drunk once is enough to be drunk is to be drunk one and all to the boys at war with love and the girls that lay themselves at the feet of a horse out-of-control find the keys in your pocket the door was never locked everyone wants security a hearse for the ride home complete with bulletproof windows iron plates in case of bombs but the mini-bar is empty and the gas tank is full you give the doctor all your money but he still collects the bill the rain don't touch you in your limousine prozac's just a pill my pet snake sleeps beside my bed i feed him dollar bills your watchdog like a cigarette burning down like a chain don't make no difference to you now now, now you've got a baby-errorplane still you've got to hand it to them those folks with emu farms those birds might not fill our stomachs but they sure do fill the yard keep up the gold pillars for the new dead fool king he'll bring us to the promised land he'll make the rubber chickens sing sometimes you've gotta wonder what it's all about, when there's a man and his gun pointed out of his eyelids he's only having fun. some kingdoms last forever some others they just fail every generation has it's coffin and a nail still drinking up religion still spelling lies as truth still gambling at casinos actiing cool and so aloof somethings gotta give sometime someones gotta live the trees could be grow a little taller but we like to eat the roots. ------------------------------------------------------- . look at us we're on t.v. we're the men who know we'll tell you how to live we've got big heads and bigger guns egos made from iron drums hear us beat our drums --------------------------------------------------------------- . there goes the neon saint with the vanilla girl out of my mind and on to the street it's hot in the bus we just rode past he's a gleam in the window a word spelled backwards i wish i could see through unfettered eyes. the people pile in a baby blinks and stares i look at the patterns on socks and mongolian heads over the bridge along side the box-car windows caterpillar light a girl talks so fast the car's are drenched by her spit lips and teeth reflecting light ------------------------------------------------------------------- . joy is people, not in things. a winter silvering light, a forest after rain. unifying space time field experience, is death to thought of mind / unmind's precious indifference. it's unwired lightening, light of eyes in eyes, communion, charity, unjudged and unjudging circumstance. it's the remote look i get, you ask me: what are you thinking? we sit riding the train the window nothing just look, the silvery light like the golden light of summer has grown from nothing in me i can't be sure if you see it too, but i hope you do, listen: clatter, clatter, clatter it's been a while since we took a train journey together. coming home to you, mother father in the backseat catching the sides of their faces, dad pats mums leg and there too, a glimpse of darkness from which came light. streetlights, the dashboard glow. pets learn it from your touch my rabbit lamb cat / cats and now charlie is my balm my gladness like seeing a tow-truck towing a tow-truck, he takes the edge off a subfusc day. joy is the smell of rust, fumes, engine, body electric. a man yawns and buildings are painted ochre yellow. it's there in tiredness, like a hard days work and the first sip of cool beer. all time bends to it, broken up to reassemble this side of the dream. rings of maps and rivers, stick to the path, the water falls in it's own pursuance under roads and stately homes in caves there's mystical ancient bliss, stalatit-ing fragility knowing with one touch it's gone. some never reach their golden years, but time is unknown to love, which is pure and of this moment. --------------------------------------------------------------- . try to see it's a roundabout and then jump off! back © All work herein copyright the stated authors.

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