December 2009
9 posts
A thousand languages - Danny Parkinson
With methodical rhythm and an expanse of space overdeveloped senses with a pressured grace he moves with reason he moves with choice he can speak a thousand languages yet still has no voice but what it is is perception frequencies set at birth we class ourselves as above and them beneath the earth the methodical fingers and those razor claws a frequency above a ******* race of their...
Sun Salt - Danny Parkinson
I dreamt of you today your hot golden eye sitting on the worlds lip waving us goodbye on the salted chopped waves no one screaming in fear a tear dripped smile and our zero year secrets of last time wash over me with hope mankinds best strength is mankinds worst joke no bells or whistles no balls of light no tangled deamons with whom to fight just your golden warmth bathing the...
““Thousands are still asleep,
Dreaming of terrifying monsters
Or of...”
– Night Mail - W H Auden
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