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hi. by Avallynh hi. :iconavallynh:Avallynh 3 10 derelict: premade background by Avallynh derelict: premade background :iconavallynh:Avallynh 10 5 a memory of light by Avallynh a memory of light :iconavallynh:Avallynh 11 3 streets of old by Avallynh streets of old :iconavallynh:Avallynh 0 7 rapture by Avallynh rapture :iconavallynh:Avallynh 0 2 tranquil: premade background by Avallynh tranquil: premade background :iconavallynh:Avallynh 57 3
we part in the fall:
you leave me a winter of
withering and want.
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the world was wider, once: strewn bright
and willing to a fingertip's beckoning, riddled
with roads that spilled in breathless wanders
to otherlands of reverie. i remember
the promise i made a wild changeling child
before i bade her hush and say goodnight --
i've not woken her since: she sleeps and i steal
her spun-glass dreams for my garden
of wilt, ever longing to hold
the ghost-dance that spins by their dying light.
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here, the dawn that wakes
is spun cruel: still-
clinging threads of halfsleep
through the fade of dreams
i yearn to keep.
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summer-boy and such: early musings
i dream of night-lit lonely beaches at the cusp where
summer tips over into autumn and the stars won't stay in one place and
there's a telltale chill in the air and college kids and fires guarding
our shores from the tide,
of a boy with soft brown curls
spilling down the nape of his neck: a fire-bright boy with glow-gold
eyelashes and burnished eyes and lightning smiles and
out-of-step tangos to mandolin ballads and shards of bottles and spills of stale wine and
brazen skies all storm-edged and
things i'd do if i couldn't regret, and
winter comes, summerlover, and i dream
of you.
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your wake is the warm
languid whorl of a sachet-latté
morning after,
gone when six a.m. rain swirls
pavement scents of whiskeysmoke
& a careless caress away
under cinnamon-sugar grace --
and it was only ever this:
you were lovely
by trembled halflight, when you almost had
my summer-boy's eyes.
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i want him unpoetic and graceless and impossible, rawboned and alive with the thrum of stubborn, stupid strength, arrogant and cocksure and good, with a roughscuffed heart of gold that longs for home and loves whole and pure and hopeless with a wanting that makes the words all tangle and catch in his throat but flow warm and willing from fingertips that know me better, with a rogue's twistlipped lightning smile and a laugh that rings echoes of the child he wasn't long enough, and eyes always, always burning fire-under-glass: brighter by the weight of the world on his shoulders or my dreams between his lashes, gold whispers blinking slow by dawnlight.
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you came clinging to the grace of a summer storm's
underbreath, came cold hands and tired eyes
and a bruised lip i'd longed to kiss
when you stumbled on night listing
too far to the left
cross my thistledown garden by old dusks
that wilt between, i'll keep my door open:
your lady in sepia doesn't live here, only
the ghosts and i -- and Grandmother,
in the far-between wanders when she can
remember --
but i've a place where you can
lay your wayworn bones to dry, and
if morning should come calling, i'll not
tell her where you sleep.
and stayed awhile.
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s o a r by Avallynh s o a r :iconavallynh:Avallynh 44 20
i'm not mine to give,
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the world is brighter where
dregs of strangers' revels remain --
i keep this half-light for my own.
i'll stay until the wind sighs a scotch-and-smoke
cliché, til the Muscadet's slipped from the lip
of my wayward
hello.(i know you're there before you do.)
your night is told in
patchouli-pulse wanders; mine,
in whorls of liqueur-breath. come
close and i'll find the warp
through the weft, the trails telling tales
in synaesthesia --
Platinum Blonde's been 'round and gone.
(-- closer, find syllables strewn
in an exhale's wake; stolen from my throat-
ful of careless farewells, spin and sway
and beg you stay.)
time enough for a kiss-
and-never-tell, for a stumbling waltz
to the dissonance of crystal-shatter odes
to the summerlong i knew you --
we were(n't) meant for more than this.
morning goes right through you,
and breathes a thousand fortunes in-
to shards of (our) stranger starfall.
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It's the end of the line:
twine torn thin between
rotten railway sides
and the trains
that slide
in and out of light
like my tunnel-sight:
shackled to life
(and the line)
in Noir.
Time unwinds
behind thine eyes:
A broken reel run-away
whose frames flicker
and skip
and stick
like a flip-book,
pages carved into flight
from a steam locomotive
streaming on by.
Smoke and pulp conspire
in the spiral skies,
delicately deconstructing
dreamscape deaths
in the mire:
reversing chase patterns
pulled from plans
and pursuers in blotted
black and white
-- and blood
caked upon canvas:

causality cracks
against crimson tides,
tearing tension
cables along a track
caught alight
-- and eyes
that burn open,

bleary at midnight.
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Warm waves
of light and life
are cut
with the closing of doors
And catch
upon winter winds;
cold conductors
who spin concerto reminders
in the spiral-night sky --
I remember,
foot-falls that
forged furrows in snow:
each step pressing a perfect print
left timeless
like those of pioneers
in lunar landings.

I remember,
a full-moon show
that shone upon silver.
A surface
setting supernovae
in reflection
with street-lamp orange:
a recalesce
in stars and sulphur.

I remember
fire in her eyes,
and a spark
stung hard by the cold
long after.

-- A three-piece
maelstrom of moments
caught like a comet-tail
beyond a body
borne in toil toward
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Light leaks
from cuts carved
across the static sky
By satellite:
Signal-ships sent
in search of new worlds
(and old lovers)
Long-lost to
rocket-fuel run-off
As Heavens burn
in halo-burst.
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"Hope is a place,"
He said.
"Long-lost in the space
between stars and the skyline
Of cities,
so shadow-scarred and tarred
by trail-stretched wire
wound tight toward the horizon
That you can't even imagine
what love
we have lost
along the highway."
wax and wane a wash
against my windscreen,"

He said.
"They're waves
upon which I can watch
the patterns
of pressure-tides rolling on
as rush-hour reels:
broken wheels wrenched in a
stop-motion revenance
in red."
"We'll choke
in this caldera,"

He said.
"Caught supine
beneath the saturnine
and the fireflies
Cast ablaze
amidst the wreckage:
will not save me tonight."
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is discord and decay:
an adumbrate
stretched taut across strata
long-sunken in
static ion dissonance.
collapse in the cataract-
avalanche of angles
cracked in cold-sweat panic attacks.
Spectres splinter
and spill a symbol code:
scratch-scrawled upon tape
and stuck fast
to tangled tongues caught silent
in catalepsy:
buried under umbrage
Behind the wall
of sleep.
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The Rut
Distance dissolves
into dissonance
in grey-dawn
A plaintive
picture painted
with dust
and the rains
which run rivers
of rust
through nowhere-roads
Ad Nauseum:
and stuck
in a circle-loop rut
like hemp
caught tight
around collars
Strung up
on the Tyburn Tree
and left
with the crows
Of revenance.
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City Vitality
Night lends an ear to the city's
Stiletto-pulse beating quickly across
light-lined streets
                             which loop and weave like veins
                             pumped with over-priced gasoline
                             and mocha lattes
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City Time
We're born without
enough time
(or a loud enough voice)
to push paper and
sound our 'yawp' over the
skyscrapers of our world.
Between the trees
and the light
there is every shadow to
count and a hundred leaves
to catch at any given moment
(because someone should
help glue them on).
Panic stricken, I forget who I am,
though I know there are
six billion others
like me.
The individualism
of my job that does everything
is lost in the mounds
of paperwork, that don't belong
on my desk, and for a moment
the "bang head here" sign
on my wall looks as though
it could give me wings.
Through the deafening sound
of the ticking of the clock,
the radio helps Marley
tell me "ev'ry little 'ting
is gonna be a'right"
and I realize
paper, like time,
burns quickly.
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