On Feb 14, 6:34 am,
qwertyh123...@gmail.com wrote:
> A Dubliner of Cathay
> --------------------
>
> "What have we heard, what?" quoth whatever porpoise-
> inspected pool drowned Madam Prevaricose
> up to her leopard. Call me a footman's surface
> and track for an houryear brushyold garden hose
>
> for Czars in arbs; but sure Rafe Peasman knows
> what's clutchwelt in my hand, my singular harvest
> and skys ablunt. Nods Kong-zi, Gangridge blows
> froth off bloodborrow porridge. No left-hovers.
>
> Fucked if I'll stand and fight th' Hectorian Hero
> nor wash Ma's windows, bugger-all up my betting,
> travel again to the wall and the secret empire.
>
> I'll tell, yeauld love, no more without an umpire
> to mash my teaks, bundle down pleuks with a biro;
> and none, no none of the talks are fresh nor fitting.
>
> Peter J. Ross
>
> It always rains in Aberdeen
>
> It always rains in Aberdeen. We don't
> take flight, my flock of rubber-booted
> geese, don't even look to see the clouds
> that cataract the sky. Wet sidewalks end
>
> only when we reach the crosswalk
> and then
> I don't raise my eyes
> to catch the change of light
> just let the shoulders jostle me
> in time.
>
> If I dared to lift my face
> would you be there?
> Would it be the day of Bucksburn Faire?
>
> Or would I have to stand
> on Crenshaw's portico and lift my hand
> to tap a nervous tap to pipes
> that march the streets not far away.
>
> I can wait,
> I can stand the foot of circled stairs
> and stare;
> at the silver urn filled with dusty flowers
> or the pewter clock set in a dome
> or I can sit for tea
> and crackers made with stone ground rye
> while Mrs. Crenshaw hems and smiles.
>
> And would we tread the walk
> (like I tread now, just parts
> of something pinstriped; flannel)
> or would we duck through
> Flanders' yard,
> scrape through rotting slats of fence
> and mesh through the hedge?
>
> We could rise like the sun's reflection
> echoing off the rain's mist;
> ride dragon's breath into the sky;
> through fields of clouds
> that cover Auchmill Road
> and Castlegate
>
> pretend a love for clocks
> down on Market Street
> doesn't portend our fall
> and leave us
> languishing like the gray mists
> haunting up from endless puddles
> from the nameless drops of rain
> in Aberdeen.
>
> -H
>
> Spatial Relationships
>
> My lover Kali has no eyes
> but draws my face in glyphs
> of synapse -
> arms outstretched
> and tipped with fingers dripped in char
> she grasps the canvass
> in bunched waves -
> futile strokes of burnt umber
> like she's drowning, grasping waves of sea.
>
> I cannot give her light
> or tell her why,
> as she leans her sightless
> eyes toward me,
> a flower pressing to the coolness of the earth,
> I pull away.
>
> -H
>
> * Disconnexion *
>
> So many kisses left
> on the station steps. /"Un beso
>
y te dejo."/ Kisses scattered /en la boca
> del metro. "Te amo." "Te llamo."/ Phones
> snap shut and heels trip down
> to waiting platforms. There's no
> signal in the underground, no
>
tunnel-of-love buried, burrowing
> underneath the city; only the stop-start
> of red lights.
> Emerging into sunshine,
> the scent of /azahar/, the thrill and trill
> of missed messages.
>
> -g
>
> Please only vote for 1. The winner will receive this $10 gift card (already purchased) to the wonderful cheesecake factory. Contestants please don't vote for yourselves, it it just bad manners.
>
> Regards
> -H
>
> (If I missed an entry please point me in the correct direction)
What happened to Rule 2? The only one that seems even remotely about
love is Spatial Relationships, so I guess I'll vote for that; but I
have to question what the other 3 finalists are doing here, when you
disqualified so many others.