a watched rain never falls, alone in our many rooms craving left-aloneness, stem overgrown with thought seated in lotus position, we map the erasure of more rivers
rowing three hours each way between them, between us, to get to your degrees of fidelity allowing the eye permission to lick
think we’re coping better with crop failures though sometimes we want to murder the fruit, unpeel what is peeled, see I never know how to hold what’s dying
in spite of my ghosts go scuttling in party shoes, go scuttling eyes wrapped in sheets unsaying dharma, unsaying breath is better
green tea and dharma mixtapes who said my breath will warm your wrists gashed on broken plastics
I am almost her lint magnet, stem the heart with fluff, dust mites fed on skinflakes
if the rain would pile upon itself harvested well, a new breath in conversation
lotus position, take stem apart
our misprision, we still plant the heart, craving left aloneness, crop failures, watched rain, listening for glib echo
diminished kiss, break with the room, don’t dusk, be spilt, wear blue on blue days
(c) Stu Hatton 2007
A Collection of Thoughs
NB: This one is still growing, but I thought I'd post it anyway...
rowing three hours each way between them, between us, to get to your degrees of fidelity allowing the eye permission to lick
think we’re coping better with crop failures though sometimes we want to murder the fruit, unpeel what is peeled, see I never know how to hold what’s dying
in spite of my ghosts go scuttling in party shoes, go scuttling eyes wrapped in sheets unsaying dharma, unsaying breath is better
green tea and dharma mixtapes who said my breath will warm your wrists gashed on broken plastics
I am almost her lint magnet, stem the heart with fluff, dust mites fed on skinflakes
if the rain would pile upon itself harvested well, a new breath in conversation
lotus position, take stem apart
our misprision, we still plant the heart, craving left aloneness, crop failures, watched rain, listening for glib echo
diminished kiss, break with the room, don’t dusk, be spilt, wear blue on blue days
(c) Stu Hatton 2007
A Collection of Thoughs
NB: This one is still growing, but I thought I'd post it anyway...
