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In between ...

will

the words rush in and they always forgive

the words but will they forgive me?

will they forgive me?

Particular Calamity

When the brain loses desire to eat,
in the ground, invisible hunger burrows
down, a worm to richer soil. On its surface,

apparent well-being, is not blooming,
but bends down towards the unseen.
Native springs flood the well; a thought,

I know, is good for drink. Of crosses
and foreign countries, I know nothing,
but butterflies and calamities of body-

particularly.

Here be Monsters


and they watched the flames licking our world

while we reposed.

then we rushed out screaming

and they howled in pandemonium.

friend and foe taunted

as we tried to quell hell with a single raindrop.

now my body pains from sky to sand.

i hope i am wiser for misery.

the poet begs to differ.

gift wrap - tell me again for real

Double Wishbone

It won't rest until there's nothing left
this monster that is me.

The seas may boil and the earth may burn
and the monster dances and sings

Let the quicksand of oblivion swallow
this foreign land and odd setting

Let this hovering end, let this noise stop
Let me cover my nakedness and sleep

Sequence

At first, a poet is more
a man, then less a man

then nightbug crawling
under the door-jamb

to the dark, dark place
from which he came.

Now

We'll wait here

like our genes

should have

done

in their negative

years; weigh

the pro's

and cons,

measure

our blessings

and gains

from this place

we find

ourselves

now.

Embarrassment

in calling forth...

from first dawn
by day or star-light
everlasting motion

little jimmy norcliffe
he looked after me
sorted me out
with a good shovel
and a pair of wellingtons

high objects
the mean and vulgar
works of man

showed me how to dig
without hurting my back
to lay concrete slabs
write out betting slips
on a bag of cement

enduring things
life and nature
purifying

paul conneally

2007

From INVIGILATOR:DERBY

paul conneally nikki pugh kevin ryan

Lai

My lord’s beauty mark lies heavy
On my conscience
Stay, queen’s conscience
I made a poultice to allay

His pain, I think. Black and green
Each night the childless belly aching but
The mindful body wakeful
And he that would be the courtly knight

Is late to feast, so late already
I’ve given him up for
Haft and pommel, I’ll take plan B
To its resting place

Once you know it could be a body
Once it’s been a body once
Then it can only ever
Be a body, again

In this place liminal to
Night, where I long for gods and swords
And the wit to put down bearded boy
To crack love’s after open

Post-mortal, hearts and brains upended
His ears like roses
Sweet Gwen, he’ll say
Don’t bore me now

Old Traditional Haiku

I don’t like it
When the frogs jump up
My pant’s leg

kanji text

kanji text around this
backdrop

Achillies

in high heeled socks
I spike the week’s hot spot

Thrombus

A heron poised
on black-spined night-

a beautiful tumor;

uncertain where
in sky, veins should be

discovered

(each one coursing through a cloud)

Like blood pauses
between a heart-beat,

purpled moment
and is forevor

fixed there.

The Rules Dictate

smaller pieces

must move first,

before important ones.

CHM Gene

CHM GENE; CHM

Alternative titles; symbols
RAB ESCORT PROTEIN 1; REP1
RAB GERANYLGERANYLTRANSFERASE, COMPONENT A
RAB GG TRANSFERASE
GGTA

Tiny one,
you never grew so big
that the world outside
could tear you apart
when you dropped out
onto it like a newly
baked scone.

Inside was so soft,
it protected, encased.
But the world outside
had a way of getting in,
it made you
what it already was;
in its own image.

The days
were no longer ours
to play with.
They closed in
the same way the world
closed in on
your stick-thin frame.

By the rope-swing,
wood pigeons
cooed
what could have been
your name.

o v re ad

buzzword a
houseboat
tiger vision at
laugh inter
rogative

Analogy #1

level love leaning lightly
lick ghost words draw veil surprise
rise like iris smoke mouthing hostility
become who you really were
love over venom moment vehemently
the next exit envisaged
become nothing love over again
again we ask what we have to name
meet a momentous moment only
on this train is it the same pain
softly but often knocking
in turn all love leans lightly ghost
words draw veil surprise

mister rhizomorphphosis and metramorphosis's rung the stochastics of schizolodia.

popelle reconsisred

Poelle considered Yackeing S
ting'in


















Poelle had smelly feet tickled the range they did
of dying embers/embyronic gew-gaw assorted shoe
brown and red the good communist stew
was Popelle's nether gut her wendering
craw-craw-craw was a melders achoo-achoo-achoo-achoo ~

Later when black was brown she was green to
her orange self.









continue yer recoeur

E = M C 2

For Last

For these, I've saved for last:

my lips, wild orchid, my eyes

a long, beautiful winter, my arms

the hollow marsh, my heart a waiting

window, my feet the migrant geese.

My voice the echo in a shell, my hair

shifting weeds of sea washed up

on the hairless chest of shore.

My mind a jungle in the rain, my grief

a prickly weed, my dreams a shadow

on your cheek. My hands the cradle

of a universe holding stars.

Like That

Oh! what are hearts
compared

to bullet-proof
vests?

I was a movie star, but then you killed me.

Le Clochard Sans Pall Mall

Hawking Pall Mall's

a beggar
hawking half-ones
from a suitcase tied together with string
determined to be noticed, opens the
suitcase, Pall-malls and a letter he’s
never read, from his
father

Trouble Me

When I speak like this, dismantled, dismantling,
my losses removed, in the service of trimming thorns-
do I betray you?


If you insist that terrible stones,
mounting dirt that cover the hills are not some form of forgiveness-
I must correct you.


If your hand held mine,
the one that erases its struggles like damaged nerve,
would you be so cruel as to make them real?


Once, I wrote "The Queen is dead." and the whole kingdom mourned.

When a mother forgets her child- the child is homeless.

But Remaining

I lie down in a blue frock, my spirit moves through it.
My eyes are closed, an alien brightness replaces the room.

Where my heart once cradled, there are but clouds;
a bell, the sound of white, imitates its constant beating.

My body is a cage of birds, all of them loudly singing.
Then, for an hour, or a day or a year, I think

of a life of world before it released me.

invigilator

invigilator

paul conneally kevin ryan nikki pugh

2007

Stygian

Back, when black was good, before it turned
itself into a word meaning darkness,
not blessed darkness, but cold, disguised-

what care I took to shield you from light.

Back, when black was good, the great panic
we feel from a midnight ocean, its perfect, invisible
surface we call the unknown, did not exist-

we moved sightless, fearless, headlong.

The moth is not enchanted by the flame, instead
instinctively charges through it towards darkness.
The human life, its passage lit by artifices of shine-

the sun, the moon, the stars,

finds solace in its nebulous ending.

tristan tzara.... the howling scarf

" XV

DADA is not a doctrine to be put into practice: Dada - is for lying: a successful business. Dada gets into debt and doesn't live on its well-filled wallet. The good Lord created a universal language, that's why people don't take him seriously. A language is a utopia. God can allow himself not to be successful: so can Dada. That's why the critics say: Dada goes in for luxuries, or Dada is in rut. God goes in for luxuries, or God is in rut. Who's right: God, Dada or the critic? "You're deviating," a charming reader tells me. -No no, not at all! I simply wanted to reach the conclusion: Subscribe to Dada, the only loan that doesn't pay.

XVI

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-Tristan Tzara

is

is this, how your hand, works, like this?
like this, and over, again this that like,
over a tumbling weed, of summer, awkard
as the chair, rocking , rocked,

and tin to that over
self, of bodies in shame,
and love, or your face,so long ago,
seen, lends me a comma,
come to cover, your culvert,
like a punctuation mark,
and your
smile

,





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fix it fox brain thy quill is tender-lion
to yer snag of which and woes
crusted fiction to her tearing gait ~ .

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whats the sense of yer word Mister S mooche R ~

a commerce
ecommerce
a commerical for your words
a commerical break
a break commercial
word merchant
word smuggler
shipping words
shipped words
snipped parses
parse word ship
send time

Eliot and Kerouac On the Road Scroll| he do the police in different voices

the wonderous diffidence between the two , the two
men , poets, manuscripts


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It is a differnce which makes a difference .

So then T~ et J ~ J ~k.