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June 08, 2006

Eating Figs

Soft. Ajar and inviting: split me.
So I do, peeling back the bruised skin, slightly wrinkled like a wisened face, to reveal a colony of seeds. Two perfectly equal halves. I brush the entrails of one with my tongue, the tip exploring populations of tiny pods, like a hand emersed in a bag of kernels. They ripple beneath taste–buds, greeting them with the pleasure of reunited lovers.

Eagre teeth sink slowly into the mustard hyde and crunch the stiff seeds, cracking so many shells and severing fibre sinews.

I eat one half at a time.

One of them is held in the pergatory of my plam, resisting the temptation to squeeze and spill the entrails over the lip of the halved skin. The half in my mouth is sugared kalamari, a bag of magic beans, a Romantic's heart, all swilled around and inbetween each tooth. What carniverous pleasure. I cannot wait to eat the vulnerable Other.


Poem

I found this in my notebook. It's not great, definately needs redrafting but I thought I'd post it all the same...

sunlight fades and night
crawls into bed
beneath the covers
wraps a gloved hand a–
round my pupil
and darkness dissolves
into that non–space between
sleep and trying
too hard to
sleep

in which I toss
and turn
and turn
contorting
itch
pin pricks
of elves who have discovered a new
mischief;
these irritated limbs
a mirror
for twisting thoughts
– a flutter –
butterfly beside my ear
each frantic wing–beat
calls
come close
come closer

I see the spider's web that's latched you on
take me
let me
I’ll ease into your fragile frame
and flap,
flap and
set you free

she flies
(or is it he?)
and heavy whisps of thought
push through my ears
slide along my hair
and out,
and out into the air;
I spin my mind throughout the room, around
my bed
releasing slaves of memory
who’s chains I wove with this same
pseudo–spider craft;
upon each strand,
a single tear is thread.

a salty river flows
glazing webs that grow
throughout the room
now glistening
as if they wear
the morning's dew—

clever butterfly
turned these self–indulgencies
into a natural work of art


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