Fantasy 11 : Ecosystem

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Ecosystem

Slick

Pockmarked by rain,

Warts of a frog

On browning rainbow,

Floating wisp

Of strangulation,

A waiting net

For innocents --

Useful innocents.

I wish they could fly,

I wish they could eat

Whatever they wanted,

I wish they were not slave

To misplaced pride.

Morning:

Guiltily, sleep lingers;

Adamant hunger

Seeks attention,

When distraction hops

Into the doorway --

Little ball of fur,

Like the song;

She even makes the face.

I wish she could fly,

I wish she could live

Wherever she wanted,

I wish she wasn't born

To be carried to death.

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Fantasy 10 : Chase

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Chase

Every morning, smoke settles
Into water,
Into horizons,
Into teeth.
Smoke makes its home
In clouds and domes,
On treetops,
And on golf greens:
Giggling, squirming,
Tickled by ecstasy.

Smoke knows no hurry --
Wisp by wisp it consumes blood;
Swirl by swirl it drinks
Rain on concrete,
Hillside dew,
Tarmac love;

Brick by brick it binds;
Floor by floor it rises;
Cell by cell, it smirks;
Bird by bird,
Star by star,
"I weave you, ray by ray --
The sun is yours?
The sky is mine!
I'm absolute", it laughs.
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Fantasy 9 : Acceleration

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Acceleration

Falling:
Rolling down infinite stairs,
Dislodging bodies on the way,
Cleaning the asbestos,

Rolling;
Riding high on pointless waves,
Touching divinity fast and slow,
Matching with the paint,

Riding,
Turning cogs and springs;
Leaping switch to switch to switch,
Tracing lightning branches,

Turning.
Tumbling in poison chalk.
Tightrope walk on guitar strings,
Roses built in spider silk.

Tumbling,
Falling on the cue --
Big picture, greater scheme of things;
Hollow bottom, safe and sound,

Falling:
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Fantasy 8 : Balance

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Balance

I am a soldier on winter's edge:
The sniper: chest pocket
Fluttering with memory,
Burning in the heat of my resolve
To be a soldier

On the blizzard ledge
Nostalgia only serves
To slacken my jaws
And embolden clouds
To rain on my camouflage
But the largesse of nature will never be enough --
I am a soldier,

There is blood on my hands:
Their blood, the world's blood --
My lifeblood;
Always a soldier.
Caked blood, dried blood
In my hair (sweat, maybe);
Silent deathly melting snow
In my eyelashes (tears, maybe);

Regiments guard my inward eye,
Promises hold my floodgates fast;
I am a soldier --
May the winter last.
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Fantasy 7 : Flame

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Flame

They use fire

(The dog thinks it's a piece of meat)

To cleanse

Suffering, for the good;

Fire

Is just an excuse:

It will burn passion,

Needles will be dumb.

Fire is known for heat and warmth

But all I see is burn, burn --

Burn up the old undeserved.

Passion will return,

Rising from burnt flesh;

Forgive the detachment,

Ignore the detour;

We are young.

Fire

Is just an excuse.

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Happy Diwali belated.

Fantasy 6 : Willow Song

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Willow Song

Broken castle of salt
Crumbling into wounds
In the wet earth,
Creatures of the deep
Leaping into the mist
Diving into the sky,
Somebody keep note;

Rocking on magma,
The peaceful giant sleeps.
The earth will breathe,
The dream will live,
The fortress will turn pink.
Angels will emerge, singing;
Write it down, someone...

Swans will disappear;
In the old marshland
Strange winds will rise
Because they remember:
Eyes from the olive green,
Old narrow escapes;
Record it for posterity.
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Fantasy 5 : Between Places

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Between Places

Dark little alley,
They say you're blind ended:
Blind you are, that I can see
But do you really end?

Perhaps out of the reach of poets
You bend and disappear
Into some Rabbit's Hole,
Into some oyster spirit's home,
Or into some monster's bed.

Well, you are a road, my dear,
Going but never gone:
Like all but Alice, down the Hole;
Like all but the pinkest pearl;
Or like Little Riding Red.

But, my little alley,
Though black are your flowers,
In my torn and half-lit hour
You are my only friend.
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Fantasy 4 : We Are Young

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We Are Young

His infinite eyes,
His comforting arms,
His hands held in mine.
The night is well heralded.

Sounds of the city
Matter less and less.
Crackling fire tells me
This night is going well.

Sitting where he feels me,
Wishing him good night;
I know it when I see it --
His closing eyes are peaceful,

Rhythmic breathing tells me
Darling, time is quick
Now my blood is rushing
The sound fills my brain...

...the red sun wakes us up.
I had something to do --
Ah, now I remember.
Well, that wasn't hard.

The day is well heralded:
Those hands clutch the sheets.
Those glassy eyes stay fixed on me,
I make sure he's seen me leaving.
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Fantasy 3 : So Let It Sail

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So Let It Sail

Finest wisp of silvery air,
Darkened deep of caramel sweet --
Please let me know when she's there,
There's someone I'd like her to meet.

Her voice is not the nicest, but
I have heard her music, clear,
Not in singing, but in words
Of the ones that she holds dear.

He will love her when they meet --
I've seen it with my artist's eye
And I know I can't be wrong
For no one loves them more than I.

You think this dream I dream is stupid;
You think the very idea's cursed;
But if they do end up together
Remember, I thought of it first.
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Dedicated to the holy art of shipping.

Fantasy 2 : Sound

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Sound

Cricket cricket cricket,
I'll never be alone,
Riddles told in rustling leaves,
I shall never know,
Bells and whistles, country carts,
They'd like to take me with them,
Winds so proudly swishing,
Mayhem, mayhem, mayhem,
Drums drumming, cymbals clang,
They refuse to leave me,
Knock-knock-knock inside my head,
Who'd ever believe me,
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Fantasy 1 : Sunset

Series pilot.

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Sunset

I used to know her tiny hands.
They grabbed the air when she fell.

She jumped off a building

I used to know her jungle pants,
I saw them stand out in the sky.

She jumped off a building

I used to know her singing voice.
It sang hello to a brand new world.

She jumped off a building.
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