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Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Handholds 2
There: the voices thrown
from Thingmote’s mound
Here: moved earth, the grind
of gears on Nassau Street
There: what netted the names
in the maps’ blood vessels
Here: names to be given:
Skateboard Alley, Fr. Noise Quay,
Out Of Our Heads Walk…
There: Pale walls, the beerbarrel
clatter of weaponry
Here: a soiled pink blanket
in a doorway, a nation at the gates,
real estate
There: footholds, the splash of feet
on the hurdle ford
Here: old ladders in a skip,
new holds, rungs in the air
from a sequence, HANDHOLDS
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6 comments:
Nice! Good to chat with you at Poetry Now, Mark. Hope to catch up again some time? Cheers, PJ.
Nice to meet you too PJ. Yeah, maybe catch up sometime soon in the not too distant.
A lot of good things going on this poem. A lot packed into a little. Visits to your blog are always enjoyable.
Thanks Dave, glad you found something worthwhile in it.
Lovly, Mark. And I've tagged you - check my place out to see what it is...
and please note I am now at
http://www.baroqueinhackney.wordpress.com!
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