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The Day When the Muse Appeared

09 Nov 06 15:37:53 GMT

Pummels, shock and turn elevates the dust
throws and thrust of chisel, power hammer,
we never were apart and dealt with what we must
stone against your breast layers in my clast.

We both stand looking at each other,
lines opaque bassets under our heavens light
but one of us doesn't move, stays same - farther
hands are numbing in brighter tired sight.

There is always picking, cleaning after to do
end of day never a routine just there - next,
today painted red mixed with some blue
people notice as it tends perplexed.

They ask is she finished or something new?
The reply is no, "she is here! Get a clue."

Thourn Whaul

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The Bird as Clock (contains pop ripoff videos - which in turn took from tick-tock poetry)

08 Nov 06 16:37:06 GMT

Sea sick, and
some candle wax at dinner time,
Love sick, or
the presence makes fine tapestry.

Something is inside,
grasping heart
pulling colon,

making all worthwhile
to operate,
strokes and all strings
the elements to life
for a smile and flatter
of your wings,
as it sings, sinks

into sweet dreams
the was or would,

the is and should.

Thourn Whaul

19/06/06

Here, here, a Fuck Off! To Madonna! Alice and Gwen!

Hope you find all your delight,

that is your gold but silver haired Swen.

Thourn Whaul

She Want Show Up On Our First Date

07 Nov 06 16:46:58 GMT

Fear a Quasimodo brilliance
saying no, you would love
please, and lock keys
question every look
overturn for phone numbers
each book - motion that is,
to some mistaken
mystic
garambulla graticule

To linger with us
each thorn of past,
from the fruit
we take and throw
into someone's river,
it is our weapon, bloody
with our words, hate and heat,
you can bloom under me - if not with me
Scream! In conception as if giving birth.

You would appear
but you would also want,
that much
to disappear -
as well,

pride and juiced from spine to mouth,
the kisses last, we sleep our dreams.

Thourn Whaul
25/09/06

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Plundered Finding her in Skirt and Nothing Underneath

05 Nov 06 02:20:11 GMT

Carpets are a fat man
ask all the Asian parlors,
the dollars always rolled,
tobacco like furnishing, everything
even some property way out in Calcutta.

My head made it on a wall well spread,
dreams build David for her to steal
one night, when the hound is liquored in tongue.

She did, sawed it of with a single blow of baton.
Swallows and dives latter a - knock, knock
Her eyes were watery, crying
"What took you so long"?

I lifted the head from the wall of her house,
by a fast poke to the throat, and out came a scroll.

"What took me is knowing, you will not find the message for you"

It was their; first and only fight.

Thourn Whaul

21/08/06

Now Here is Something

05 Nov 06 02:13:16 GMT

If winter colds ever knew
The fire the strength you showed
that much in me as in you,

Every cry would bell,
take us to the side, to
the moon we don't know.

I could tell stories,
you would answer them,
that easy and just as smitten,

Next to a nothing you would never think
neither resemble in your best dreams
turning into ours; and theirs all the glow,
but the night without, if I could only fill
like the next day and you resting at the sill,
window over the promenade, a saint day silence,
a hair lock? As the only one, will be taken into grave.

From there you would have risen to say no, to all this,
it took a while and moments after all unlived,
we observe each other now, both well relived and found.

And we could say, we never made - real love.

Thourn Whaul

05/08/06

There Will be a Swan Waiting

05 Nov 06 02:10:16 GMT

You where fantastic
silently creeping in for love
left the same,
but
orange
sun cream,
today
it made you feel good,
happy, childhood memories.
You don't have to need me anymore,
but dare to connect tomorrow.

Thourn Whaul
27/07/06

In the Footstep of the Jackal (Impressions of Tor)

05 Nov 06 02:07:51 GMT

Folded a label while reading your poems,
looked aside about all that was letting loose
a dragon, some devotion, cooled down by the time
I reached to the ocean.

There I wanted to be back, to the paper crest
not thinking, why winds shook and went
through me, here scavenging the coast,
in complete dark, harnessing soul
not to yell, stones to move
sand propel.

Slain or pushed no one would find anything
left or be part of water, so hue blue then green
Nothing but a white scroll, titling your name
the divine, who can by tongue without whine
all restlessness tame.

The Jackal snaps there in form of a stone
taking the moon as his pill, and Venus shines
waving away all lies of the next day.

There are no accidents as you now pray
dear young finder, trust the stone
not to stay.

Thourn Whaul
25/07/06

"I Am Not Yours"
by Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love -- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

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Mustered Wake

04 Nov 06 18:14:39 GMT

In my palms
from the side road
moss twig and trickle
Moving to keep warm
the cold that slips, same
hand turns sands in summer

Spring of youth they call you spring,
take me to the fifth element,
See, my eyes are closed
pain accumulating
I can't hold on
no, open again finally

The around me is watching me
the beauty silent fresh
but the night before,
might have been all in vein.

Thourn Whaul
060708

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A Night With My Beautiful Bell

04 Nov 06 18:10:21 GMT

She is there, somewhere,
a hanging grail that it is
on a neck that dreams spoon up on.

The photograph is laughing,
in my empty tombstone box,
lid 'been left aside tonight.

Ringing to the next morning,
not to have a look at ore
and for the other, closing:

Deeds to us are spoken words
Visions, we gave enough
Tasting nothing, yet this guff,

Is to touch you -- reaching fluff.

Thourn Whaul

060721

Gabriel Cornelius von Max (1840 - 1915) link

Mediated Chastity

04 Nov 06 18:08:16 GMT

It pours as I type,
black it is outside
night and wishes
in remembering
all that was falling.

Be it radio waves
lyrics harvested
picked as peaches
or corn or chestnut
coking over hot coal.

The core burst in some
pops, but not like the
wonder-bra,
of a seasoned poetess.
Following - whoosh, whoosh.

Scraping new home corners
Bremen full with "I know!"-
that one, very well,
loving him can not fail,
all moments as gemstones
only our privacy derails.

/
-- we speak, we write, what we perceive, what we just might. Silence is never a relative.
/

Thourn Whaul

060720

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Lady of the Grasses

04 Nov 06 17:23:11 GMT

A teary snake charmer
daughter of Yuri Gaga
late day tax collector,
Guinness drinker in his
escapades to the west

Found near rivers
ribbons loops
fire circles

The beast has pointy
thin sharp fangs
they copulate
always multiply,
climb her limbs
to greet her with
a slurry tongue

Some mornings
the lover and father
would talk to each other

She would be happy
when this happens,
her skin would peel;
however,
pile and quilt into
a perfect bedding
for the tired boar.

Thourn Whaul

01/08/06

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Ok, Ko!

29 Oct 06 09:03:13 GMT

Soft to touch the bubble wall bends
stretches long in, protrudes back slowly
Inside you jumped flat on the opposite side
hissing out with a nail-fang flick, "Go Away!
There's not enough air here - for both of us".

From underneath a sudden third leg chomp 
and in an instant chug and blow
the bubble expanded and doubled in size

while elbows locked to the knees
the pressure got your body glued
instantly to the roof.

Your mouth started to drip 
heavy white sticky foam
floating stronger and now
  bound somehow 
by our own strong bodies
You pinned,
Me pushed ,
yet wobbly
 We hold the whole world

   not to collapse.

  Thourn Whaul

2006-10-29