Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5747 Jan 23, 2013
I love the way your inhibitions





with modest ease,


slowing only at your


A simple sort of gathering like

the pursing of your


before the grand descent.

Then, pooling up in that little


beneath the arches of

your feet,

they evaporate there in


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


As you again bestow

that grand



Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5748 Jan 23, 2013
You say it’s the new lemon tree
spreading this sweet breath
but for me it’s 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 it’s early morning
and I’m 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 mountains’ gaps
like the violets and blacks
of a lion’s irises;
these and the other thousand things
fearful and surprising
and all the rest that can’t be foreseen
and is the heart of the sky.
But now it’s the trees’ 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

The Gap, Australia

#5749 Jan 23, 2013

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........


Miami Nice

Miami, FL

#5750 Jan 23, 2013
Laura Beth wrote:
I'm feeling slippedge
Slip in
Slip out
Of another
Fakedge profile
Stop focusing on things you can't control.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5752 Jan 23, 2013
Midnight here has been mauled and murdered.

It’s 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 can’t decide whether to care for her

or be cared for by her.

God, but I wish he’d choose one.

It’s 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.

It’s 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,,,, It’s raining. The air is green and smells of

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.

It’s a gamble really, this love,

it’s a bet placed, a fuse lit.

It’s 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

The Gap, Australia

#5753 Jan 23, 2013
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 won’t 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, you’ll apologize for calling her. You will tell her it was an accident. But you won’t 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

The Gap, Australia

#5754 Jan 23, 2013
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
it’s 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

The Gap, Australia

#5755 Jan 23, 2013
Squatting on rocks
edging the river
we pass paper and pen
along the loose curved row
each adding a line
sinuous as the river.

“If you find this poem,
add a line and send it back.”

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

The Gap, Australia

#5756 Jan 23, 2013
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

The Gap, Australia

#5757 Jan 23, 2013
We’re not so unique, there are words like this

spilling into letters in other countries, you know.

They write sorry and goodbye and don’t stop.

There are things happening everywhere

and everyone’s 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 you’ve 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 man’s 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

The Gap, Australia

#5758 Jan 23, 2013
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, it’s 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, I’ll 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 I’m lame), and so I will write-fight for you till I lose my pen behind my ear again, then I’ll stab my notebook (don’t look) until its pages are battered and I’ve 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? Don’t sigh...

My idea is that it’s all about redefining why problems can’t 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

The Gap, Australia

#5759 Jan 23, 2013
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

The Gap, Australia

#5760 Jan 23, 2013

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.

Buffalo, NY

#5761 Jan 23, 2013
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

The Gap, Australia

#5762 Jan 23, 2013
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 me…
As I feel your wet eager lips
Our hungry tongues indulging in their craving,
To feel the poison…
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 me…
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 twisting…
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,
Is from the fire lit inside my being
My body is slippery everywhere,
I scream…
Please, harder and harder,
I call out your name…
Crying out in anguished bliss
A slight sigh…
”A gasp for air”
This fire is so immense
So full of energy and heat,
Even water could not quench
This fire inside of me,
Cause your love…
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 can’t get enough
Because without you and your love,
There would not be a hot sexual taste in me.
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5763 Jan 23, 2013
And the Bringer of Light said…
I have forgotten my own name,
Demon, Misleader, driving me insane,
Taunting tainted fruit not for my tasting,
As in the juices of lust I’m basting.
Believing I’m climbing higher,
All along damning my heart with this fire,
Slowly binding to passions you’re inflicting,
Sensations forbidden, observed once with convicting.
Desire ruling this human form,
Swelling heat in a boiling storm,
Temperature rising, preparing incineration,
Poisonous delight, anticipating penetration.
Fitting we meet as I was upward going,
Your serpent’s tail now showing,
Masquerading, you greet with black deception,
Can I withstand its full erection?
Tortured not knowing, will I ever be the same,
Sanity again to reign?
Transmuted genes from years of disconnection,
Something’s missing in this game called Seduction.
You say for it you’re searching,
While drowning in selfish identity, lurking.
Deceiver, before the fall I saw you here,
Wallowing in this abyss of lies and fear.
I came once looking for your soul to save,
Now captured by tormented dreams, a slave,
Tangled in the embrace of shame,
Only myself to blame.
Am I defeated by my own longing to concede,
Slavery or freedom? Which will it be?
Only I can choose to see past the illusion of sin,
Breaking imaginary chains that hold me in.
Oh, how I fight your treacherous tongue,
Guarding my being, flickering songs unsung,
Plotting to be my Master,
Promising Heaven as I fall even faster,
Saying,“Hell would be to never know your touch.”
Can I change this legacy,
Or “is it just too much,” I’m asking?
Am I to stay here forever basking,
In the dark grasp of degeneracy?
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5764 Jan 23, 2013
Moist and pulsating
Breathing fast
My body arching
How long can I last?

You whisper secrets
Into my ear
My god
I need to hold you near

To feel your breath
Upon my skin
And feel your c ock
Slide right in

My body trembles
My legs twitch
Take me now
I’ll be your bitch

Touch me here
Lick me there
F uck me hard
Pull my hair

Pound my p ussy
Pin me to the bed
Spank my ass
Until I give you head

I’ll suck you for hours
Till you can take no more
Make you c um
Then ask for more

I will make you beg
Down on your knees
Give me puppy dog eyes
I make you say please

Your every wish
Is my command
I give myself
On your demand

Between us
There will be no master
We will lust
And just f uck faster
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5765 Jan 23, 2013




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#5766 Jan 23, 2013
Genius poets here
Homunculus Nebula

The Gap, Australia

#5767 Jan 23, 2013
She raises the smooth
brass kaleidoscope
and watches as coloured glass slivers
conspire together.
New worlds create themselves before her eyes.

Garnet spires flirt with sapphire
and turquoise.
Topaz and amethyst meet in harmony,
a selenic mystery.
A melody of stars singing a tune only she
can hear.

Eclectic patterns shiver and shimmer
then splinter,
sparking off at tangents of
tourmaline and jasper.
An image complete in itself.

I had a kaleidoscope once.
I still see oblique patterns.

Slowly she turns the wheel, finds
a jewelled tapestry
to her liking, and hands the kaleidoscope
to me.
For a time I see the world she sees
and it is good.

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