children of the nite

I was thinking
Of the way it feels
And then I heard
A voice
Just a voice
A voice of incidence
Of what had occurred
Talking about that feeling
It was taken wasn’t ‘it’
The memory of touch
The forgotten remain remembered
Haunting of the mind of what is lost and found
Archaeological filtering of the souls
In our soul
This soul that leads us to peace
The children of the night
Reappear

It was only a spider
That which remained
Presumed much more
The scale of nothingness
Was very much presented
The thought of everything ness
Was very much denied
As if the sky didn’t exist
The sensual rubbery tangibility of acceptance
Was easily forgotten
As was the love for another
The body without organs
Asphyxiated

The moaning became louder
They were caught between
Betwixt
The moment was
‘it’ had begun
Were they ready
Naivety was close to them
‘it’ was wrapped in a shroud
For safe keepings

Cleverness is a curse of the mind

Feeling that
Which is forgotten
But remembered
Dredged for satisfaction
Void yet committed
Each was caught
The memory was sufficient
‘it’seemed
The makings of the groove
Were definitive
As if already decided
But I didn’t
Collected
There ‘it’is again
Collated
There ‘it’is again
Caught
The spider was very pleased
Yes very________

The snake loved the way ‘it’moved

The hesitation was there
‘it’was replaced
Tension had resumed
To a place of satisfaction
don’t mind the handcuffs
don’t like the marks they make
‘it’was a simple equation
Are you in or not
There wasn’t a query
Just the question of inadequacy
The line was drawn
No more questions

adelaide march 2006