Poems for friends

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Gross on anyone else

I wish I knew what makes you light that cigarette a demon, or a complex, some malicious puppeteer I want to kill it for killing you I would gladly be your paladin

Still, there is a charm in how you hold it a graceful and infinitely seductive gesture is this a token of your emancipation? A conscious act of self-denial?

Maybe I'll let you finish it and watch the smoke in between your words. Wave your torch as you gesticulate, and I won't say a word.

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Today, I feel tender in the nodes that determine the way I am from the guts outward.

Every ache reveals a structure, a grammar, of living, thinking, predicament.

Quickly, commit these lines to memory, before I fall asleep again.

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Long days also considered

It is easy to endure a dreary day with a knowledge that somewhere else, orthogonal to this foggy, sticky, damp, and stuffy drug of a Scottish late summer, a step removed from the idle chat and mechanical chirping of a brimming inbox, a degree deeper than my tired, and itchy body, and my crusted eyes, there where other motions dictate the mood of an unbound landscape where little is worth regard but regard itself and the countenance of God.

There is where my proper ends terminate; there is where my thoughts spiral into. Here, then, with that in mind, today is bearable, no, holy, and every pixel on my damned screen reveals itself as acting in service of one and the same as I.

It is good to remember these things.

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Fridge magnets in our lab

language will reflect

and discover

think library of love

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Weird day

Is it raining if I see the droplets in the air or is it still just fog

The breeze moves the vapour and I feel it a step removed, as if its weight is for someone else

I am standing in the shallow water It moves with force and the algae shuffle over my feet

The horizon is a grey blur Most of the sky is, too It looks heavy And I breathe it in

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It was so nice to see you again

I like how you stood so close as if it were no big deal we smirked at each other over lunch under the cover of an inside joke. That dress looks lovely, now I wish I made an effort. All these others, I don't care for, you, I hope, find my colours tasteful. If only we had more an excuse to talk about life, or books, or gossip... Do you also feel this gap between us? I can toe the line, maybe lean a little forward, is this ok? This non-starter is such a harmless joy who wouldn't indulge in our cute little game? I know my joke was not that funny, just a good excuse to laugh.

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Drama at the scientific conference

Stuck in the gossip and conspired reality By virtue of decisions never discussed, we established the backdrop of our decision space. Mourn the loss of a more convincing world that you once took for granted. Grow a nose to sniff out the real ones; the punctuations that matter, the tails of causes, the joints in the meat at the butcher's table. I thought you said you were a naturalist?

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Mid-youth crisis

The right thing to do, what a faffy baffle. From my present vantage, I have only my distorted engrams and hopeless extrapolations beyond the data. Neither will help, sentimentality looks only over my shoulder. Tomorrow is an encounter, no path is a sin. Even if a guide looks to have come from beyond, mind your apophenic ways. Guides, if there are any, watch from the side to see what you'll do. Bolden your step, and mind your footing This courage is a coinage with friends that rustle the leaves in the wind.

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Doggerel for a cat (Ursula le Guin)

His paws are white, his ears are black. When he isn’t around I feel the lack. His purr is loud, his fur is soft. He always carries his tail aloft. His gait is easy, his gaze intense. He wears a tuxedo to all events. His toes are prickly, his nose is pink. I like to watch him sit and think. His breed is Alley, his name is Pard. Life without him would be hard.

Lifted from 'No time to spare' in which she discovers and demonstrates that blogging is a nice medium to mess around with. And I guess she must be on to something.