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even rain days
at the beach
aren't bad,
I wisper in the ear
of the jet-black labrador
the sounds
of a cat grooming itself
in Tunisia
all the cobble-stones
are on fire with sunset
Eucalypt Issue2 2007
we won't know
if it's benign
till we operate--
I'm nodding as if
this isn't about me
the sounds
of a cat grooming itself
in Tunisia
all the cobble-stones
are on fire with sunset
Eucalypt Issue3 2007
maybe it's better
not to know the depth
of her wounds--
tranquilly I ask
how many sugar lumps?
how small
I really am
here between
potato field
and the wide sky
Eucalypt Issue4 2008
sometimes I wish for
shoulders to lean against--
there's bitter wind
like the delivery of letters
after my death
Eucalypt Issue5 2008
five years now
since I sat there
with mother
supping on noodles
flavoured with citron
thr sea canyon
is silently weeping
as I cross
concealing my sickness
within me
Eucalypt Issue6 2009
I balance
loneliness with
liberty--
the sky so blue
this Vernal Equinox Day
Eucalypt Issue8 2010
suddenly
the shadow of moth
growing larger--
after an embrace
difficult to resist
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over the battlefield
the moon is waning
little by little
I decay and
I lose myself too
I watch
a drop of poison
turn transparent
look to the half moon,
where my mother now lives
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