written during real property, 19/5/05
the sunrays slant
across your land
onto my panels
the sunrays slant
onto my panels
across your land

written (typed) while studying real property, 16/6/05
-must benefit land in some way so a mere right to recreation is insufficient (*Ellenborough) [but right to use adjacent park held to benefit land itself]

the artificial evening
your halo of halogen light
we down our artificial ecstasy
we are righteous, we are right

25 verses go here
25 verses to come
25 versus follow
Making 27 in sum

For every up, every up, every up
Has it's down it's down it's down
Every up and every up,
Has a down-a, down-a, down
[And you... call him... a down-a-down-a-down...]

[I watched you repeat and fade. I found the action unconvincing]

what were we supposed to do with this? the strange, emaciated history of our country?
the gothic pallour of the land,
the horror of holocaust bodies?

you have the right to go blindly
you have the right to go silently
you are entitled
you are entitled to everything
you are entitled
to what the law does not deny you

when you sing,
oh how i wish i was you
when you, when you sing
oh how i wish i was you and not me

she said
"when he sings,
my god, it's just like
he's singing only to me"

she said
"whe he is singing,
it's like he wants to be me"

when you are singing
i do not want to be you
whenever you are singing
i feel like you want to be me.

was the voyeur at your window
the ghost of my earlier sin?
i let him out to wander
it's tiring holding him in

i'd like to touch your thunder
make your water roar and rain
but i know i'm going to go under
and my heart is your weathervane

my heart is your weathervane
and it's full of your laughing wind
my heart is your windowpane
and your laughter is blasting it in

and the notes come in different sizes
they're falling from the staves
and the basso builds and rises
to a climax like a blade

and my ghost is doomed to wander
round the theme park of your conceit
and your rides are rolling onwards
groaning "love's an impossible feat"

i will dance to the tune of your mercy
the kisses you give other men
the kisses burning and hurtful
i'll dance til i kiss you again

my sphere is full of your thunder
and my heart is your weathercock
it died at 9 am this morning
(the coroner thought nervous shock)

my detective, my detective
let your evidence blur in my rain
my deluge, my detective
i'll dance til you kiss me again.

the violent iris radius

we cannot be characterised

blasting burning water over our bodies skins, our minds

we cannot be characterised

and what is this, this
honey i am stuck
this honey i am stuck within?

we are stuck like the insects in amber
we hate the look in each other's eyes
hate the look in each other's eyes

i cannot be characterised.