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sheets of steel

the chain mail anguish
clatters
the horse shirt comfort
'do not dry clean'

morning stereo in the languid
moist expression
sobs from stereo speaker
distorted blues
play it tiger
show me your stripes

the night mare sleeps
with dropped mane
the battle flag drapes
upon the resting princess
crescent voyage hair
spills a rouge cargo
in river rivulets

the city starts its beat
of thunder
the drum tome of buses
and beasts in labyrinth
lairs
the worm sleek
corporate numb
rush
the tremble
cupped in the heated
coil of the spoon
the great eye
melting in a crisp
gas flame
Hell is noxious
Hell is beauty
Heavens Gate
opens
after the first pinch
when the light pours
over the escarpment
filling the steeples
and glass walls
dotted monument
she stirs speaks in
dreams...as the rush
sweeps me in the arms
of that jubilant sadness
sense the ghosts come
to grip me in their soft
arms
Come Play With Us Forever
and ever
there is so much
I cannot falter
lead by the halter
of the ego
the hate of the soul
baptized in fire
though I walk in the
shadow of it
I will not
the evil

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Comments

Fear King James may have mangled that one up..
I love your inversion at the end..
So many symbols where to begin? A puzzle then..

Love (walking backwards through the scene of what could have been a biblical Blake's apocalyptic London morning, in the cold blue of dawn, had the thud of wings been buses and cars):

the drum tome of buses
and beasts in labyrinth
lairs

sobs from stereo speaker
distorted blues

and:

the night mare sleeps
with dropped mane

Who's she? The battle won? Let battle commence?

A real trip through your wires here.. and at the end? Don't change btw, an Elliot flourish..perhaps:

baptismal inferno
through which I walk in the
shadow
I will not
the evil
fear

Some great pictures forming, images bold and crisp.

Interested to see where this one goes..

Take care,

Chris.

Chris Hall - Tasmania

Grossbooted draymen rolled barrels dullthudding out of Prince's stores and bumped them up on the brewery float. On the brewery float bumped dullthudding barrels rolled by grossbooted draymen out of Prince's stores.

sure they had a bad business run...like any PR for big corporate
companies they are trying to change their ways
I even gave respect to mary picture on the wall with
proper cross....and old dude said I was there last month
its two months...so I said..okay I CAN come back next month
but he gave option to get something today and see him in July
more then fair...casinos dont even do that one..

sixteen potatoes!!! we steam them...cook em with skins
vitamins there mostly...onion sweet garlic salad dressing
garlic salt and rooster hot sauce...pepper...

gave me tons of chocolates from the left overs from the catholic
schools...I remember my friends were catholic...i saw the little books
the kids read....at home I have a cross I cleaned up./.my mother
my birth mother was raised catholic...had I not been just given away
by her I would have had that as my religion instead of United

i live in the now....
let the dead past bury its dead

now..poem

she.....yes..it is metaphoric as you suggest
and I have thrown in the puxxle pieces
lines from movies books..

i shall fear no evil
but I wanted it more twisted
I will not do evil today
for some are inherit in them
they strugge to do good\
despite the weight of the leathery
wings and horns
no all are angels
turned bad
some are bad turning into angels
or on that cusp..of neither or
choosing

in my works...the she is a real flesh
and blood personification of women
or woman that I know
I had idealisms about them
until high school..
then...met them...somehow
they loved me
the brilliant the beautiful
im ugly as shit..stupid
no money..no wealth
but they would feign moan
there was something that
flipped a switch
ringing their bell with no
action...

donna summers...ring my bell
super song...

no...real faulted..ambitious
kitten women..old and young
but for the record..they came
from shit kicking families
or money and power..
i just wanted intel...
someone who could just
shift from the club scene
and intel to the fetish and
comfort...and back to the
get r done...groceries
ja bien etc...
which they did.shameless

was suprised at the adaptability
of the women.....old and young
'you want me to wear this...
pose like that..dont squeeze too
long..although I have cover up'
they were wonderful driven girls
creative as hell....

dear lord above...warm warm weather
and the super new girls are diving into
the new era....I dont remember girls
in the seventies wearing clothes like
this...showing their tummies....
super tight pants....downtown the working
girls from Sudbury Ontario are here
one sixty a pop...skinny....maybe a few
years older then the seniors in high
school..but same dressware...etc
the school kids are well fed
u can spot the street fed a mile away

and anyway...its my city....i smile and
joke with all....or try too...
they call me Photohutt...from cheech
and chong..tommy chong from seventies
show...which I do look like that charactet
I stop and share smokes
shit man I was young once..
and no
I do not have a harem coming to my
room..
I like my peace and privacy there
I have the few who arrive
and leave

some tawdry blondes I like

Buckowski would understand

Im living it dude
i truly am
I love your interpretation of the works
cause You see it in the greater

awesome...so glad we know each
other...not since eighty four
have i had the intellectual stimulus
of the mod crew
and I rank U up there in the top
of my associates I know
and Im not a nobody
check..cough cough
check..
ha ha..

thank U chris

mr Wolf happy to know U
sir..as his good Bud!

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we have independent film from seventies in fact since sixties..seventies...we have top intellectuals posting works on public channels...in eighties...you could get drunk by ten in the afternoon and by two am be watching some mind bending works and FM would be coming in stereo on the station
.........

76' thank u jeesus..year i had to drive my father from legion..
my mom left by seventy seven
No..not the guy who would punch you in the face
he was dominant.....WAS like capital w and and sss
he knew who he was politically........
and he taught me who the world was...
it was nice.....sorted out much

...I know the culture..
and I enjoy it..
Im like six feet one....broad shoulders big chest
not built up
intense eyes

yah..Okay you...just slip to the left..no further
left.keep going..another ten feet
twenty fifty there perfect shot..
yah...

no........ladies love my eyes
met an aussie from darwin
the hurrican ravaged parr of the islaned
think it was

he looked like geoff huges of pirates
of the caribean

excellent teacher and mate
taughe me all about hurricanes
down under
showed me
that yeah..
everyone toughs out the coast///

sending this

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