Avoiding Darkness for Christina Conrad
There is a desert in every heart
which cannot be crossed
for fear there is no end
No shade No resting place
Striving to avoid darkness
I make a slave-dance of
freedom-toeing the air midst angels
(Is that laughter in their wings,
or merely a semblance of weeping?)
I stumble before Deaths fiddle
How many hands have traced
the face of treachery,
Desire
tangled in a coverlet of night?
Each Year, the dead draw nearer,
I am known to those who have gone before:
surely, those who follow will not be strangers
The nudge of invisibility
breeds small comfort in the idleness of years
I camp with ghosts,
chant endlessly of the lost -
an ever-changing vanishing point
beyond the ceremony of hope
Caught (a found poem)
Wellington , dec 10-
Police here are seeking
a person who placed
three steel spikes
pointing upwards
on the judge's chair
in Wellington supreme court
when Mr Justice O'Reagan
resumed a sitting after lunch the needles pierced him
but did not cause serious injury
the chair was later checked for fingerprints
Dear Dad
hope this letter finds you and the family
in the very best of health as it leaves me the same
here in prison at Alice Springs,,
well dad would you bring me some money
because I need it real bad,,
I've got only a few weeks to go,,
I'll be out on the 6/10 this year,,
dad if you won't bring me some money
you won't ever see me again
I am going to stay in another place,,
so please dad send some money o.k
then I'll come back
soon as you send me some money
please dad send me some,,
I'll be back soon in a taxi,,
dad I told you to bring me some money for me,,
that was when you visited
but I am still waiting for you to come back and
bring me some more money
if not I won't come back home true,,
well dad I've got nothing more to say
all I am hoping for is for money
and dad may god bless you and the family down there
goodbye,
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