Wednesday, March 23, 2005

easter

although wherever Brezhnev went after giving up
smoking he instructed his security guards to
smoke in his presence and his translator to
blow smoke in his face and the official car
filled with smoke that exited in billows when
the door was opened my father she said
his daughter that was was never a well man
and became addicted to almost anything

Sunday, March 06, 2005

a week or two later (week 6&7)

I got a reply from Scott Thurston who also set me a task. I've done that now but to get there you need to follow the comments on the comments for week 4.

Robert Sheppard got in touch as well and asked me for something for his blog and I sent him an expanded version of my 'fifth week' poem. If he likes it this may appear on his blog at http://www.robertsheppard.blogspot.com/

Anyway, here's some more poetry from my current project. Comments welcome as always.

across the hills to the snow capped summit
every building block
the wiring an
entanglement upon the surface of the beams

hair extended
face lifted
eyes peeled