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Hush now little baby cause the neighbours might be glistening Hush now little baby let me half believe your suffering Stop your raving, they got you lying in your brain They laid you down in your domain And the warm wet crystal warms When you get the glass, broken class The bulb warns when broken Flecked in white The streeties called my name, shared a half bottle of Listening Let me half believe your suffering, under the shared flame Of embroided skies, Muku face to face with European knots Hush now little baby, I’ll rub your belly Til the cramp release Run now little baby Hope they can’t detect your DNA I’m pleading innocent today Some sort of reptilian delay In the corner of the stampede, here at Fu bar, In Galatos .. Sliding by the foreign clique Huddled in Escape Today, The drone seems clear I’m here on mute Snuffed out by the shut-eye Too good for a smile I keep my eyes on the sparrows As the pleasant evening falls I tie chimes to my marrow This is what the pleasant evening calls Frame broken in a martini shaker Bonds tied in the double edge Of scotch and dry I feel like raving, as subtle as a heart attack But they hushed my baby, Neighbours kept on listening They shut her venues down The Temple on Queen street Cuba on Parnell , Turning cigar bars into piano bars Lost gems A modern lack of patience White noise embracing passion A pressure Of being taken seriously , Frames taken seriously I found the spitting image Of a drunken drop Of hidden fire Lost gems One night At supper club While the red sun finally woke up To welcome us Into the morning To drain the last drops Of clutching vigour The only source of amusement When all fleur and flora is burnt Is the red socked manager lady by the bar Standing up to every slap and one-liner Coming her way Like a worn yet taut veteran Chest secretly boasting from the Attention And the gay guy buying me drinks Even though I told him Politely To fuck off Stubborn in the toxic morning Like deer to headlights Hush now little baby Cause the neighbours might be glistening Hush now little baby Cause the world might be listening And no one heard Your flight So speak up little baby So shout out gentle lady Cause the world Just might be listening |
Another poem to be read aloud on open mike night. I love the image here I keep my eyes on the sparrows As the pleasant evening falls I tie chimes to my marrow nice hugs nessie | Posted on 2006-10-12 00:00:00 | by comradenessie | [ Reply to This ] | I read this out loud several times and I think you the problem here is that you are public posting a poem that is striclty yours, or referenced to a small group sharing the same intimate experience. becasue I totally lost you. sometimes we can look at a few fuzzy lines and make an image, that is the beauty of art, of course. and in this case i can almost see drunken stumbling into some crazy urban scenes, but there is not enough here to bring on a more vivid reading experience, | Still love your word play,and you- yer my favorite buttface loveyaliots K | Posted on 2006-09-27 00:00:00 | by screams | [ Reply to This ] | ye gods! | can it get any longer? LOL i like "let me half believe your suffering" its honest atleast. it feels kinda desperate on both halves... that of the narator and of the 'baby' muku? i think you are meaning maori facial tattoos are you not? or am i wrong? it works (though its spelt Moko as far as i am aware). based on the idea that it is the tattoo i like the stand off nature of it... a different way of portraying racial difference other than skin colour... i like the DNA thing... how many fathers come home these days? how many kids know who their daddys are? im here on mute DAMNIT BOY I LOVE THAT! life seems more clear when you just shut up and let it happen for a bit... stop and take notice or something like that... I feel like raving, as subtle as a heart attack But they hushed my baby, Neighbours kept on listening They shut her venues down The Temple on Queen street Cuba on Parnell , Turning cigar bars into piano bars Lost gems this (and the rest of the piece after this and the words before this after reading all this) reminds me of the song something about "down on main street" this dude who used to wander down main street to see this girl... or just to watch her come out of the club she worked in and get a taxi home coz there was something different about her... i dont know why but thats what im reminded of. i think its cool that you name real streets. i always wonder whether people actually use real street names or not in their stuff and because i am completely unfamiliar with their worlds i dont know if they do or not but you are talking (i guess) about auckland though most towns in NZ have a queen st so yeah... anyways yes... perhaps they are listening... perhaps someone is listening but prolly not coz its early hours some morning and we're still drunk and cant quite remember which way home is but dont cry... or atleast not so loud... lemme half believe your suffering... you interest me. i never read you enough... | Posted on 2006-09-09 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] | |