Hanging Fire, 1999 by Cornelia Parker
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It’s festival season & we have so much work we don’t know what to do with it! Writers & good…
Sat on the top deck of the bus, like a big girl. Only because there was no room downstairs. Despite the view I hate it up here. The embarrassing stumble up the stairs as the bus lurches forward from the stop. The feeling of eyes judging your every move.…
Zombie http://wp.me/sO2qc-zombie
There’s a hunger deep within calling me,
a voice I can’t quite hear.
My desire for something that isn’t free
is binding me to my need.There’s a need I have that can’t be satiated,
it calls to you I know.
It tricks me because it needs to be fed,
it tells…
Bombs http://wp.me/sO2qc-bombs
Poem twenty seven http://napowrimo.com
10:02 all over the world,
its coming.
It’s summertime and
the cult is breeding.
A solitary music box opens,
a circle game begins.
Let me be your lady for today
in the chemical world.
I’m drowning in a tunnel…
The…
Poem Twenty Five
The slow,predatory creeping of the black dog goes unnoticed,
everyone ignores his prowling and is deaf to his howling,
everyone except me.
The pad of his paws, the scrape of his long nails, his panting,
he’s gaining on me now, and all…
Drowning http://wp.me/sO2qc-drowning
Poem twenty four http://napowrimo.com
Vacant, disconnected, removed.
Grief washes over you in waves
And I can but watch.
You are floating further away from me,
Barely enough strength to keep yourself going.
I reach out to catch you but
You cannot open your…
Dancing Art Deco Girls.
