The Colours of Silence
The colours of silence, Burst From within Like fireworks Red, yellow, green Flares shooting With a humungous non-BANG! In front
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The colours of silence, Burst From within Like fireworks Red, yellow, green Flares shooting With a humungous non-BANG! In front
Do you think we resemble our pets?”, I asked my neighbour Gil, as I scratched the dog who didn’t think
Had a notionan echolike daylightover seaswellrisingand fallingjust beyondmy horizondeep in the flatlandfar, farfrom gull feathersand salt airbut there,always therea tastea
Dark sea take me,ancient womb of Mother Earthwrap me in your icy watersto dream my dream foreverslipping down to jointhe
Eternitylike the touchof a kitten’s pawclaws sharphintingbeyond the brushof padsthat timeartificial constructplays onlike a phonographwith scratchesbathed in the oilof fresh
I always wanteda high wallto ring my gardenfieldstone perhapsrough and granitebut climbabletall enoughto keep the world outbut wide enoughto sprinkle
Back when I was marooned in the frozen tundra of northern Canada, the approach of winter was a time for
Desert heat – sanddrifting all these yearsfrom Cairo to Canadaswept up in lifeas it carried me awaydown one alleythen anotherbursting
The edge is cold,flinty cutting steel,masked by lead paint,peeled by the rain,falling in sheetsof pain and sorrowbleached by the sun26
[The opening chapter of a new work in progress] Some folks handle stress by drinking, others drugs; Melville walked. For