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The un and all together well known night graces
Into me I fade
into the night and all is exchanged
Music starts when you don't expect it
And there is a meaning to these words
but Like the stars and glimmer of my
life they have been stolen
Away or collapsed
depending on the story
I once held a crane
Not wings broken and bloody Dreams and guts and poetry red black and Gushsing
Sing the parting of life from skin It was beautiful and silk pale white Shining and forgotten blanket
But I left it behind cause I am growing old Then why am I playing with the toys of words
I should talk of mortality and chemotherapy But the buzzing the electric the machine of my words
Has given way to whispers no big and booming
Rants in the microphone
Humour bitter and brittle as my bones
That's what caffeine will do to you
Make words associations of the anti logic
seem perfectly all right
MY poetry is the leaving of objects
The hubcap against the tree
Saints sprawled drunk upon the lawn
The apple of knowledge in the gutter of salvation
Do not think of my art as sad when composed of darker hue man I tea
The colours of impossible blue and red the colour of small town innocence and innidents no I am not a car I have scars in me are the beauty I place words like sculptures in Muttart gardens sometimes the plants are far more beautiful left alone Sometimes love is far more beautiful left Lonely hey Cinderella Cinderella I am singing to you Sleeping beauty left wide awake and broken toed cause of restless dreams You find out after killing the dragon rescuing the prince that you left behind cause of stained saint hoods
Your gift is to be the dragons and dragons make love by
sharing thoughts and dreams
No matter how we rend and destroy the universe our
sunflowers and thistles
dragonflies and bumblestumble bees stitch
it all back together By a tarantula lal alalalalalalalalala that has
Profound knowledge of the language of slugs
But
sadly lacks in the building of webs
© 2006 Philip Jagger