30.12.11./2.01.12./3rd/5th

is that vein 
of sticky black 
caffeine growing 
up the left side a free 
gift in the spirit jar 
ornamental iron 
scrolls carve


something 
which took a 
lifetime to cut 
some people are
just like ... very 
very slow ... 


I put 
my finger into 
his arm ... ghastly,
one touch would 
last for several
days 

29.12.11./2.01.12./3rd/ 4th

such a vintage
chrome in the open
top frame his Elvis
face upside down 


just a taste 
of a taste, pop the 
cork on a bottle 
of soul let the 
needle run 


ow optiate 
endorphins
communicate 
running cross
currents of a
dark liquor 

gasp! the
puddle is 
on the floor
staining the 
carpet


oh dear! my 
folks are home
one of those oil 
spills you can't 
clean, spreads
over the floor
just lick it


what's 
wrong with 
psychosis? 

28.12.11.

if  Im not     

careful I'll end up 

with a graph I can't explain  

where the berries fell  

on a  croquet lawn 

stokes head 

10.30

like a game

of darts and a 
glass, crunch 
the ice sip 
the edge 

font problem

smallest small normal large largest 

4.30pm

why did the pen
call the sword? did
he call it lord, or was 
he king for the day 


woodsmoke
clouds make scaly
fins like the back of
a crocodile, under black
pine before the ufo sheep 
land on twilight city 

24.12.11.

a du du du
as dudes du a du du  

23.12.11.

just a play-bite
mind, just like a rope 
burn. Do I really mind if 
the brambles scratch
a little ? 

22.12.11.

squeezing     

lemons by hand    

is how it feels to push    

the feelings out     

bassnotes   

thumping through  

the chest, like sandpaper   

drawing wood   

organ plays 

black'n'blue beat up 
heart bumpin' up one  

you look

out and there's 

just one star ... one 

lump or two 

21.12.11.

I have to

swallow the lump

in my throat until it

melts and paste it up

before someone

else does ...

5.10pm

s'pose

I'll have to

lump it then

someone has taken the 
scallops  mussels and octopus


lump it 

Carrefour Bruyere

the male

side just adds
to the feminity of 
her steps. She stands
like a viaduct letting

the twinkling trains
cross at dusk

wherever
you will go she 
sings. Trains must
come back over the 
bridge to take them
home for seasons
celebration

14.12.11.

you could

feel him so clearly

are the ribs quite big with 
short hair, think I just

fell off the
floor

15.12.11.

the rest
smells of spice
and looks like psilocybin

and then there were lots
more moons spinning
round like baubles
from a chandelier

16.12.11.

got little
bites all over
where his spirit
burnt my skin

13.12.11. & 14.12.11.

double moon
in the window lunar
amplification weighs
on the navy pitch

like the

way the hair

scratches the cats tongue

abrasive taste of hormones

 feel close to the centre

12.12.11.

like the

tube crash

injured bodies

crawling slowly

on the ground

things

moving very

slowly, if you move

your hand it pulls

anothers. Not

sardines

curling up

with a cushion

hope to find theres

still a survivor

you don't

understand I've

been pollinated by

a super bee and I 

cannot return Sir

10.12.11.

there once

was four butter

bees at debate. How

does one form a union

when butter is

priceless

bzzzzzzz ...

midnight

but just

who has his 

heart if friend or

foe like I really 

need her telling

me whats

what ...

but why

because theres

someone else there

the location obstacles

threats barbed wire

pepper sprays

convenience

numbers figures

scenery 'religion' other 

peoples objections to it

because of concrete 

things?

we've cross

bred a  new species

of morphine honey, using

bees from New Zealand

California and all

the best bee

places

see if that'll

do it

7.12.11.

not sure 

I can get over

this one its like a

thread pulling and

then it snaps

whos going

to help with that

when youve done

all the usual

tricks

what not

even a bottle

of paper morphine

that sticks to my thumb

can't glue the pieces

back together

6.12.11.

can't be cool
any more did you
not see the split second
where you left first?

16.11.11. maybe you can help me open up all we need is a password help me find that line I lost 17.11.11. and then he picks me up with his teeth pushes me up against the wall A wall was very supportive like some thumb sucking babe I seem to be stuck to the floor one person doesn't exist 19.11.11. you know when I said try speaking to the other door? Its not the one I meant tricky like having your stomach pulled out bit harsh this big dipper, see if I can reach the tonsils there's a window too if you need to use it 20.11.11. was that the heart or the soul I mauled? both of them are real 21.11.11. overthrusting may juxtapose not lower crustal rolls against upper crust blocks chemically active fluids recrystalize the dynamothermal cataclesite extraterrestrial object collides with earth impacting at increasing pressure conditions and then he bit hard into my feelings 22.11.11. air pressure special relativity like water spraying out bits like electrons and protons particles going faster than light through transparent media ouch safe but dead 23.11.11. feels like an ice rink. As I throw myself at your chest we just keep spinning round and round and round ... anyone saw a caravan there? his heart is full of butterflies and wild animals and oh how it singes 9pm so would the doors and windows not speak to you then? the gateposts must be happy too 24.11.11. couldn't stand the pain the healing balm was rich and thick running down the back of my throat. Like a hive arrived in your chest. I drank several jugs and fell asleep on the sofa seems there's more tracks and phantom tollbooths than I thought so what about the rugby. The scrapes you get into how they use their knees to wakes me with a jolt 25.11.11. he made enough honey to last everyone for the season. Like jars of fruit on the tree 26.11.11. like playing with paws in the air this went on all night pressing juice from the channels 28.11.11. the three of them shipped a cargo overseas and waited the birth of their sister January 08 the way she  carried herself in   a witchy twitchy sort of way melon glace on a froth of its own spirit level singing in a jar over cracked ice a translucent caisson the first star makes its debut on the palette hips in style bearing herself up balances a tray the stylus etched on her nerves locked in sway each movement  corresponded like an invisible programme pulls out a silk scarf from a black hole push me pull me she walks on singing her moans to the tree 28.11.11. feathers folded down sometimes a good idea 30.11.11. so I jumped his back hoping to escape the firing squad... Bump did you ever jump right through someone, awesome feeling. I can smell things that are not here 2.12.11. what will be come of a rugby scrum blows fingers 3.12.11. like a baby elephant wobbly bendy legs tries to stand then flumps again assisted by another child then I should take up my bow and stretch the arrow right back or it backfires and theres other games you can play push me pull me, had, sticky fingers, sitting on the branch didn't like kiss chase, all ends in tears. The maths kid was helping me with my homework and then we grew up snap crackle and rock cricket is a bit more rough with the adrenlain specially when I winded myself with the bat rolls on the ground with stars running its the football and rugby that really grazes brainstorm chugging away not sure where its going wooden toys are quite good and ones made from real bark and pulses 4.12.11. amplified colours luminate the gloom like chalk painted on marble the scooters burned the road leaving a smell of coffee and rubber. To drink down the steam of the burned asphalt can I have some more please I want to soak my chops in it . She don't like cocaine but she likes the smell of tires on a hot day specially if shes freewheeling 5.12.11 . when Ive blanked my feelings only one way back, pay the tollbooths and off to yonder hills where peaks and valleys rough you up wild heather under foot in the  sharp lemon scent summer air. The gulls of Lomond screech an atheist tide Tudor dreams of torture leave behind a mutton and barley stew. Make it into pies the crags of Edinburg make piping string fanfare like bagpipes violins chant in ancient grief theres balm in the lower notes of double bass and trombone unison deep resonance ...   by the light o the peat fire flame something to mull http://jupitersterrain2.blogspot.com/ ow - I didn't add this.... http://lizarikk.wordpress.com/2011/11/22/3/ Beloved Poets , our mailboxes seem to  have been subjected to a hacking operation. So we are not able to write much at the moment. But look forward to sharing with you soon. If you want to contact us or discuss poetry please send IM or PM using your forum nickname , thanks lol Liza Rikk , Hourdima Kay , Seapok Sabhu , Cantana Liloquai , Zena Passionflower , Quial Villeske , Jami Benscenn , Rob Inlay , Crivin Tong , Chile Maestre , Orb Nocturne , Jeff Blackhood , Vicka Rockweft , Jaqs Tyxapolous , 12.02.06. all writing on this site copyright Liza Rikk ( Elizabeth J S Richards ) previous blogs - http://zuquarium3.journalscribe.com/ and   http://zuquaria.blogspot.com/ disclaimer : the writing on this site is just art and points of view. If you have any doubts about your medical treatment please consult your doctor or another health professional http://lizarikk.wordpress.com/2011/11/22/3/ http://jupitersterrain2.blogspot.com/

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