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Homunculus Nebula

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It was a cloudy, humid night that I found her,
dark with no noted star in the street-
only a streetlamp's glare,
blurring its attention on her,

or perhaps a movement caught my glance.

There, a thickly huddled clump
of slow compacted shadow, many limbed
in the light; blotch-bellied and centred firm.

She'd stopped (with all her legs), sure as shadow.
The surprise of being met perhaps equal to mine,
for there she held, giving nothing away,
remarkable in her concentrated poise.

Her wariness didn't last, as with a sudden urge
she mounted forward, advancing with a rower's ease-
the whole current of her body oozing forward...

Careful though, as she steered to one side,
then checked, as if to slip from near presence:
away from the wall, each leg a careful fluent aim,
caressing air in its angled fall...

Artful in her walk, almost a ballerina.
The lamp showed up her tousled body:
a grossly bobbled thorax bunched with reddish hairs
tart as pollen, delicate as flower filaments.

Finding grass, she assumed anonymity-

conscious, it seemed, of a watchful form;

and there, startled back to myself, I left her.

Stray leaves leered over her shadow.
Homunculus Nebula

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Several extremes of pleasure and pain

(one for the road, two for the show)



Hopefully I can see you again?

(three in the park, four in the dark)



Or maybe, youíve missed the train?

(five odd phone calls, six new curve balls)



Which I think would explainÖ.

(seven old ways, eight great days)



....your change of heart.
Homunculus Nebula

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Jan 23, 2013
 

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valentineís day omelets

and egg one, egg two

knew the story

as the vowels sang out

from our eyes over the cappuccinos,

two hot plates

rubbing against one another



on the tiny table
Homunculus Nebula

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Jan 23, 2013
 

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She said.....

"I undressed

one hundred per-cent off

the bliss I was in

when you said

that your heart was

a once in a lifetime

super sized special offer

with extra love thrown in



then again

you did have

an erection



credit where creditís due

the sex was fantastic

but all spent out

your pillow talk

became a rich irony

of sweet nothings

about no obligations

no commitments

shame I canít return your offer

as Ďunfit for purposeí



I hit the supermarket

with red puffy eyes

cadburyís chocolate

buy one get one free

but there was only one left

chardonnay £4.99

or two for eleven quid

crap offers

I canít seem to refuse."

Homunculus Nebula

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"Eve."

At first, it was bliss:
he gave me the world for a house,
and made me its dame.
And it was the morning of life;
each dawn,
the sun spilled her gold in the lap of the sea,
and bought me a day.
Iíd spend hours in a trance:
beached like a cat in the sun,
heat stroking my skin
with her fingers of gold.
Or lost in the trees,
light caught by the leaves
Ďtil the whole wood burned like a jewel
at the throat of a queen.
Or deep in the orchard,
where summer hung scented and ripe,
stripping the trees
Ďtil my basket was heavy with fruit.
I ate well:
tomatoes, split figs,
full peaches that blushed
like the down-silvered cheek of a girl.
I slept like a child.
The sea rustled close,
like the bustling skirts of a nurse.
Sometimes, I wake
and feel his eyes trained on my skin.
Heís always around,
trailing a footfall behind
or shading his eyes
on the opposite shore of a lake.
Some nights, I build him a fire
with wood bleached by the sea.
He looks at my feet.
He traces the curves of my ears
as if they were shells.
He unfolds my fingers
and plays with the joints of my limbs.
I sing.
Anything goes -
sea shanties, ballads, old rhymes
that keen in the night
like a chorus of wolves.
Yet nothing could undo
the sadness I see in his face.
I twine him close in my hair,
and rock him to sleep.
Still, when he wakes,
his cheeks will be silvered with brine.
Heíll watch all I do with a sorrow
as deep as the night.
And I am still dame of his house,
though it isnít what I would call bliss.
Whatís bliss but everyday life,
keeping house in a palace
whose walls I have already seen?
Each new sun blooms
like the sun of the day before
and draws the same charms
from the same unspeakable night.
And still, the sorrow grows wild and strange
in his eyes,
like he already knows:
knows how my days will unfold,
in grace, in quiet, with more of the same dim joy,
with nothing to alter their sun-kissed course
Ďtil I stray to the edge of the wood
and discover the tree.
For thereís always a tree:
knocked crooked, awry,
split trunk like the limb of a hag,
bent low with such an unsayable weight of beauty
Iíll know without any doubt
that it is forbidden.
Itís like he already knows
that there he will find me,
there on the edge of the cage he has made me
with nothing,
no angels,
no whispering snake at my ear,
with only the blaze of my hair
and the gleam of my mouth,
the heat of my suddenly naked limbs,
warmed Ďtil they burn
by the red, cupped weight of my palms.
Homunculus Nebula

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Jan 23, 2013
 

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I love the way your inhibitions

F

A

L

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with modest ease,

momentarily

slowing only at your

hips.

A simple sort of gathering like

the pursing of your

lips

before the grand descent.

Then, pooling up in that little

spot

beneath the arches of

your feet,

they evaporate there in

singular,

a n t I c I p a t o r y

Heat.

As you again bestow

that grand

epiphany

on

me.
Homunculus Nebula

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Jan 23, 2013
 

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You say itís the new lemon tree
spreading this sweet breath
but for me itís something else, a locust tree,
its blossoms travelling maybe
with that ready scent of memories,
the season gathering its own solace,
air in its mirror of marvels.
Now itís early morning
and Iím lacing up my boots for the hike,
the garden green stares at me,
at my hands and head bent forward
before anything: the sun that will grow
on the back of the neck with
a scrutinizing vastness,
the afternoon storm
that will enter the mountainsí gaps
like the violets and blacks
of a lionís irises;
these and the other thousand things
fearful and surprising
and all the rest that canít be foreseen
and is the heart of the sky.
But now itís the treesí stillness
and this sweet smell
of closeness and newness
that prepare me.
I pull at my laces, I love the tightness
of the boots on my ankles
and the lingering of this leafy
clustering quiet,
early earth that waits
settled and dumbfounded
with its buzz of a gaze
that expands like veins
of quartz.
Homunculus Nebula

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Jan 23, 2013
 

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"Macushla."



He came as soon as he could
His uneasy manner in the hall gestured
That it might be best to make haste for the patient

The air in the front room was cold and filled with piano gases
The polish of half a century
Its musty unvarnished innards leaking a gas into the house
He sat himself onto the stool
His ear listening politely to the story so far
His eye sweeping the patient for vital signs
A bag of tools rattled when he reached to let them down
The polished veneer panel creaked and squeaked
As he prised it from its dowelled clamps
Allison London and Nordell Crane Dublin
He scanned the ornamental gold and silver fonts
He played a ten finger cord and listened as the flock flew away
The Air vibrating to his short tin-can overture
He faded into a more intimate laying-on of hands
His bedside manner had filled the cold room with purpose
The warming radiator clicking and ticking like a broken metronome
A sudden deep horn blew five times and twice again then once
The right pedal creaking downwards to sustain the jagged note
Throwing uneven pyramids of sound up into the mid-morning air
The repeating Morse was beginning to sound like a proper staircase now
A fitted carpet of melody was hammered softly into all the corners
Followed not long after by a sweet rhyme of running footsteps slowly up and then down
He put back the breastplate
Turning the dark hidden hooks around and down and into their patient clamps
He dipped into the replenished well of the old upright
And pulled on its heartstrings
The finest love song softly first and then
Macushla Macushla your sweet voice is calling

Calling me softly again and again........

http://youtu.be/JuAPz_sVJlo

Miami Nice

Miami, FL

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Jan 23, 2013
 

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Laura Beth wrote:
I'm feeling slippedge
Slip in
Slip out
Of another
Fakedge profile
Rotflmao
Stop focusing on things you can't control.
Homunculus Nebula

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Jan 23, 2013
 

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Midnight here has been mauled and murdered.

Itís three a.m. and I can hear the two of them fucking

in the room next door to mine.

He talks more during than she does:

Oh, baby. Oh, Momma. Oh, baby. Oh, Momma.

He canít decide whether to care for her

or be cared for by her.

God, but I wish heíd choose one.


Itís Friday. Another moonless night, another try.

her dress is green and brown, her legs exposed.

I am staring.

I cross the room

and in the mirror I watch her touch her face.

She applies her lip gloss carefully;

look at my sparkly smile.



Itís the final dark sleep hour when I feel her.

She leads me to the room in silence.

She has wedged herself between the bed and the wall.

Scalded by the moonlight,

laughing and crying,

with her hands in her hair.




Here in Sydney,,,, Itís raining. The air is green and smells of
summer

and static.

She and I are sitting on the back steps. We listen.

What are you both doing?

Her smile is a wind chime.

She does not look back, but silently asks for closeness.

We anchor like two strong stones,

an arm around each shoulder.

Her skin is fever; and she like a candle

in the gray storm light.



Itís a gamble really, this love,

itís a bet placed, a fuse lit.

Itís a car wreck at night.

And I am the passerby who cannot look away;

my eyes too drawn to the colored lights and the siren song.

And now, the hope.

Homunculus Nebula

Brisbane, Australia

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One night, you will land in Sydney.....and I will be waiting for you...

All the city lights will be tiny moons around the Harbour.

You wonít be able to see the Harbour Bridge, or the Opera House, but you will see how even from far away, the massive plane makes ripples in the water.

You will see the dim cabin & the people around you, the man with his goodnight book, the two children with their wide adventure eyes.

As you descend together, you will hit the button. The stewardess will come, and you will want to tell her something about the loneliness of vast bodies, the beauty of a lover's eyes, how much you love to land in this city at night.

When she is standing beside you, youíll apologize for calling her. You will tell her it was an accident. But you wonít be able to ignore how her cleavage is a little off centered, as if one day she was born sideways, her arm, a white arc, raised quietly over her head.
Homunculus Nebula

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Window writes cloud stems
black bloom chants stretching
thunders varicose on dreams.

Skies youngest flesh awakens
the hourglass child,
dawn sands her stamen kiss.

I swear the rain brought her lips
pressed them on the robins breast
itís neck broke kissing my window.

The long cold hours embossed her
raindrops blemished her bed
death freckles comforted her.

The teeth of smashed windows
chewed up the moon
storm closed its insomniac eye.

Robins leave a bruised song
swept across the clearing
hung ghosts are bed-sheets.

She never leaves me.
Homunculus Nebula

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Squatting on rocks
edging the river
we pass paper and pen
along the loose curved row
each adding a line
sinuous as the river.

ďIf you find this poem,
add a line and send it back.Ē

I roll it up and stick it
in the bottle,

toss it into the current.
An eddy brings it back.

I try again, again,
until the current catches it.

We wait, fishermen,
waiting for a nibble.

Like Buddha
under the boa tree
waiting for the answer
to float back.
Homunculus Nebula

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In the desperation of hours,
shadow reclaim what is theirs,
the ominous clouds hunker down over the city
making ashen faces on the buildings,
tepidness languishes
in slumped shoulder hills,
vertical sunspots of orange
in the lake where blue sailboats rock
in restless waters.

There is a impulsive shifting of moments,
pink-yellow haze
in the lateness of the day.

If we shut ourselves in,
we will miss it. After so much effort
It will be painful to see
the anguish of the air, the prospect
of recovery, the quintessence of things.

What we discover in the end
is not possible in the beginning.
It is not found in nature,
transcending it, assembling more
than we can see: changing color, light,
variations of hues like arpeggios
on a piano in the gossamer light,

Almost lyrical, almost without boundaries
in the moments between moments.
Homunculus Nebula

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Weíre not so unique, there are words like this

spilling into letters in other countries, you know.

They write sorry and goodbye and donít stop.

There are things happening everywhere

and everyoneís sorrow is as true as mine, their hearts

as red and full of pumping blood. My words spill

out of my head so full of the things youíve said

and the ways there are to die or make it die.

These are the things I work with, like clay

or like stone, these are the bits of electricity

that knock my body against the fireplace on an opposite wall.

They spell out a hot blue bruise on my hand, a manís voice,

pages and pages of broken bones and wet pavement.

I build with words and your words threw me like words

move through me and out and crash against the worst thing

in the world that could have happened and nothing changes.
Homunculus Nebula

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You and I cry sometimes, when times get rough and ready, and these unsteady lines remind me why flying things with wings have danger signs.

And we laugh sometimes too, me and you, itís true, because brewing tears takes work, gotta laugh it off, you jerk,(gender neutral) irking me with quirk after quirk, I wrote this one for you.

In lieu of together-time, Iíll use feathers, mimes, treasures, lines, and sign language (once I learn it) to tell you stories, the glories of writing are like fighting, for me,(because Iím lame), and so I will write-fight for you till I lose my pen behind my ear again, then Iíll stab my notebook (donít look) until its pages are battered and Iíve gone mad-hattered crazy.

For you. This is me topping off your ink-drink (say when), refills are free, bills, well, we could avoid them for awhile if that would make you smile (say when), problems piling up? Donít sigh...

My idea is that itís all about redefining why problems canít be assets.

I sit and set myself up for failure, and failing at that I might just work up the nerve to say (when, now?) I love you.
Homunculus Nebula

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Since dawn we've all been passengers together,
cool intimates of sound and sight and scent
by chance enrolment on this expedition
across a huge and ill-mapped continent.

We've found at every halt the dialect strange,
the population different in physique,
while unremitting in its disposition
to misinterpret our attempts to speak.

But the engine has stood still all afternoon.
Picture me scribbling this communication
from the metropolis of Midlife-Crisis
in a refreshment room close to the station

before the long climb into the hills,
with their increasingly uncouth facilities,
inclement weather and indifferent service,
exacerbates our urban sensibilities.

No one is in a hurry to continue,
but soon the mutinous and the resigned
will take up their reserved accommodation
and see the lighted platform slide behind,

until their pale reflections in the windows
are all that's left to move the imagination
from rosary-clicks and mantras of great wheels
ticking off time towards its destination.
Homunculus Nebula

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"LIFE IS GRIMM, BUT NOT LIKE FAIRYTALES."

You know it's a fairytale when the princess arouses
from a hundred years' coma as fresh as a daisy,
moist lips, taut breasts, and cherry nipples.

In real life each time you wake,
your tits are more like chewing gum,
your peachiness more pruney.
I shall take no more naps.

You know it's a fairytale when the princess succumbs to whines from a brute, and at her caress
he turns beautiful and pledges love.

In real life each time you offer your heart
he turns ugly and growls
'This is all your fault - you made me like this."
I shall embrace no more beasts.

You know it's a fairytale when the phoenix arises,
the firebird returns, the ice splinter melts,
and the dancer with red shoes - cuts off her feet?

In my world there will be no such compliance,
no pragmatic submission, no good conduct remission,
I shall paint my toes scarlet and dance like a harlot, and when I'm too old to spin straw to gold,
I shall start a sanctuary for dragons.
LOLz

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The view devine
Your curves so smooth
I ride you hard and fast
You take me where I need to go
I am content

(Sounds sexy don't it?! It's a poem about the road I drive every day!!)
Homunculus Nebula

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You whisper into my ear
Sweet things that make me weak,
Then you look into my eyes
With your mysterious provocative gaze,
Causing you to touch my skin
To feel the burning of your flames,
Caressing me with a love that is real,
Then you kiss meÖ
As I feel your wet eager lips
Our hungry tongues indulging in their craving,
To feel the poisonÖ
Of your blood boiling throughout your soul
Sending electrify emotions
Stimulating pure intoxication,
As your hands flows over me;
Touching every curve and every part of meÖ
It seems I move my legs apart automatically,
As you lift me on the mystical ride
While my body you know I will guide,
Just listen to our song
Making love all night long,
The flames of passion, desire and love
Is taking control over us,
You put your hands in my breast,
As I feel a sensation so exciting,
When you kiss my nipples with your eager lips
Every time you do that,
It gets more and more fulfilling
Let me feel those sensations,
As I feel you deep inside me
Feeling a rage so incredible to resist,
As all I want is to let go
Of all this love I have in store,
You got me twistingÖ
Soaking wet,
I feel you as you are pausing deep inside me
And then I feel you pull out and pull back in,
I moan from pure delight and ecstasy,
I get the shivers,
ButÖ
Is from the fire lit inside my being
My body is slippery everywhere,
I screamÖ
Please, harder and harder,
I call out your nameÖ
Crying out in anguished bliss
A slight sighÖ
ĒA gasp for airĒ
This fire is so immense
So full of energy and heat,
Even water could not quench
This fire inside of me,
Cause your loveÖ
Always will remain
Burning there endlessly,
Cause you make my erotic senses rise,
While you take me higher and higher
Than I have ever been
In the mystical ride of yours,
That I just canít get enough
Because without you and your love,
There would not be a hot sexual taste in me.

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