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"Preceding the future is a strange and hybrid interregnum that might be called the last gasp of the past"- Gilbert Adair
1
I want you to feel this
To look around and mutter
"Yes, now I understand".
I want you to stop
Just for but a moment
And take a guess
I want you to gamble
On what you don't have
And be surprised to see nothing
I want you to know what it's like
To look at the dark and see stars,
To see a hole in the looking glass.
I want you to decide,
To be firm and forceful
To smash fast and head first
I want you to whistle,
Summon something immortal,
Something to uphold
I want you to realise
While you still have it,
Before bitterness wholly diseases
2
My arm is not your crutch,
So recede and writhe
Find something that won't bite
Walk away now
Find another bag of dirt
A nightingale to chirp as you like
And now?
What's next Lazarus?
Got any truth to tell?
The next display is what?
A cornerful of seed?
Got any plates handy?-
I'd like to do some spinning
A change from leapfrog,
From running hard and fast
Into walls of moss and bracken
Roofs of molten lead.
Why are you turning the tap?
I don't want you to see this
Too late for you to pretend
So catch a ride on your coat-tails
And your umbrella will distend.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2007-01-09 at 06:51
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Sleet Parade
"Preceding the future is a strange and hybrid interregnum that might be called the last gasp of the past"- Gilbert Adair
1
I want you to feel this
To look around and mutter
"Yes, now I understand".
I want you to stop
Just for but a moment
And take a guess
I want you to gamble
On what you don't have
And be surprised to see nothing
I want you to know what it's like
To look at the dark and see stars,
To see a hole in the looking glass.
I want you to decide,
To be firm and forceful
To smash fast and head first
I want you to whistle,
Summon something immortal,
Something to uphold
I want you to realise
While you still have it,
Before bitterness wholly diseases
2
My arm is not your crutch,
So recede and writhe
Find something that won't bite
Walk away now
Find another bag of dirt
A nightingale to chirp as you like
And now?
What's next Lazarus?
Got any truth to tell?
The next display is what?
A cornerful of seed?
Got any plates handy?-
I'd like to do some spinning
A change from leapfrog,
From running hard and fast
Into walls of moss and bracken
Roofs of molten lead.
Why are you turning the tap?
I don't want you to see this
Too late for you to pretend
So catch a ride on your coat-tails
And your umbrella will distend.
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 1286 times
Written on 2007-01-09 at 06:51
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