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Abraham Jun 30
In Georgetown
this sweet milk tea
contains all my joy.
Abraham Oct 2017
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your dreams of becoming
a world famous poet.
Abraham Oct 2017
My baby left on a train
To another town,
And with her finger she wrote
"Maybe" on the glass
Then pulled the shutter down.

How long is a "Maybe"?
When will my baby
Be coming home?

My baby wrote only once
In sixteen years
It was the cruelest thing
You ever did see,
'Cos at the bottom of the page
She signed it with a -
"Maybe"...

My baby left on a train
To another town,

My baby left on a train
To another town.
(Fade out)
Abraham Jun 30
The fallen tree trunk
meditates a thousand years.
Abraham Mar 11
Could you be here?
the street sign, trees, puddles of wet snow
murmur Yesssssssss
father and daughter playing a card game
with the woman behind the counter
whisper You could, if you tried
the drawing and origami birds
folded up inside an exhibition booklet from Krakow
urge you
to be here.
Abraham Oct 2017
I walked with her
from The Blocks
to the book shop
later we drank
homemade wine
in her crumbling house
I smelled sweet cakes
and Japanese love poems
    Have you met Edith?
    she asked
   (as have many others)
but I only had eyes
for her.
Abraham Oct 2017
On drifted summer
of blue green and red
the wind lapped my face
with the things that you said
I'll never be near you
or tell you how pretty
the color of summer
blue green and red.
Abraham Oct 2017
Running through the tall grass


she

 

IS SO BEAUTIFUL

 

sun   g l i m m e r s

laughs, she laughs


PLUCKS


an egg-shell flower from its stem...

 

 

...and eats it.
Abraham Jun 23
In exchange for scrambled eggs
I gave you
my bonsai.
Abraham Mar 11
Throw down
Cruise deep
interesting views
through your sleeping curls
and thighs.

Remember the party!
Laze under blue pearls
drums like lemon shots
and cocoa shells.

Cruise into your sleeping curls
and thighs.
Abraham Mar 11
Arrive early
release the thrill
let go the honor
     see that spot? Or shadow, there, in the courtyard
       beneath the tree?
lets imagine
draw the scene
     make marks, straight lines
       (at least try)
remind ourselves of how it thrills
to be the first
awake.
Abraham Jul 2
My heart does not attach
(to what it cannot have)
my mind does not ask
(what it cannot know)
my body does not shake
(beneath your hips and thighs)
God presses into this room
God presses into this room
through the spaces in the blinds.
Abraham Jun 23
Alan laughed through his cigar
released the bow string
the arrow shot into the clouds
and vanished.

Without surprise
he returned to the fire
letting the bow dangle
from his finger.

   The sound of water boiling reminded him
        of a morning in Berlin
the kitchen
      bread, cheese, jam
by the window
       Judith making coffee on the hob
patterns of blue wool
        about her waist.

Somehow coffee had always tasted like burnt almonds since
   though Miho sent him enough green tea from Japan
   to last several lifetimes.

Green tea in a green forest.
Alan shut his eyes, let the breeze touch his cheeks
and smiled.

“I’ve a question.”
“Yes?”
“Will you marry me?
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You’re too young. And I’m God.”
Abraham Jun 30
I try to be here
Mostly I'm there.
The wind chime sways.
Abraham Oct 2017
Summary is made
variation of conviction
HUHTAMAKI!
HUHTAMAKI!
show your emerald phoenix
naked
free
content.
Abraham Oct 2017
white
round and clean
it sees me sit in the gallery
looking at the painting.

cold
smooth and generously
it pats my back when I get too tired to
look anymore.

if I said I could paint YOU
here in this room that YOU gave me
if I could touch the feet of
       the ones who cared.

please feed
please feed
please feed
me

white
round and clean
it sees me stand before the painting
laughing with Kitaj eyes.

cold
smooth and sincerely

it looks at its watch.
Abraham Jun 30
Clouds blow the sun away.
More coffee.
Abraham Jun 23
When I was seven or eight,
I was made to stand on one leg
for kicking my plimsoll
onto the school roof.

There’s the sticky crystalline tarmac of the playground,
white lines,
WHOOSH my leg flies out,
SMACK of contact with the ball,
my plimsoll tumbling in-slow-motion-through-the-air,
disbelief when I realize
where its ended up.

I wonder,
if it happened today,
would my talent be spotted?
“Hey son, that’s some kick you’ve got on you
would you like to play for Liverpool?”
Instead of a teacher deciding
that standing on one leg outside his classroom for an hour
would be a good old lesson in self-control.

The shame did teach me -
to reign myself in,
hold back,
hesitate,
fear authority,
and repercussions,
hide my power
and joy,
question my very existence,
never experience the ecstasy of releasing
my heart, soul and ***** into a woman.

I guess I can’t blame it all on that teacher,
they all got away with weird **** in those days,
– once a boy in my class was made to sit under the teacher’s desk
and called “Dog” for dog-earing a page in his book –
I wonder how that kid’s doing
right now.

Just for fun,
I stand on one leg,
wobble about a bit,
steady myself
feel the power and joy
trapped in my chest,
the urge to run, leap
a thousand miles per hour
thunder through the stratosphere
screaming as loud as I possibly can
FLY YOU MOTHER F#CKING PLIMSOLL FLY!!!
Abraham Jul 2
You taste so fine
in the morning
you go down like
coffee and sunshine
or a bird on the fence.
Abraham Oct 2017
Like your orange bowl
of sweets and sweet love
    It’s part of me now

              No way Jose, No way.

Like the place we first met
that begins with B
    Let’s go back tonight

              No way Jose, No way.

Because all the dogs down in here
smell your disdain
    And say

              No way Jose, No way.

This boat’s going to sink
so let’s get drunk
    and love

              On this day Jose, On this day.
Or Drunk Love.
Abraham Jul 2
She said
wild pigs roamed the woods
so my heart bumped
and I tried not to show
how afraid the
darkening trees
or her footsteps
made me
as we descended
the hill.
Abraham Jun 23
From this shore
here’s what’s mine -
a cloud
pulled across the sun
whisper in my ear
clean
emerging
wave
sleep pushed away
silence
the universe
pressed
hot, cold
mine to turn
examine
laugh
stay in
this moment
sky becomes
home.
Abraham Oct 2017
I compose
as right cheek on pillow
and cool eye towards the morning
the greatest poem
ever
and
then the words vanish
and I cannot not bring them back
so
I pick up my phone
and TAP TAP the vilest thing I can
and send it out into the world
where
O
so many
throw their
***
against it.
Abraham Oct 2018
This town scares me
the Power, the Glory
at seven-fourteen AM
behind the door.

This town shows me
irresistible pity, love
ragged and conspicuous
cockerels fight.

Last night
You confessed your plans
I thought
"this might be fun to watch"
but I sat and shook like crockery in a hot yard.

Lets stay here
let the blind teach us
as the sun does to a child.
Abraham Oct 2017
Lions run beside us
through the cave
down the temple staircase
    will I remember you?
or this day or night
    will you remember me?
feeding turtles by the orange shore
lions sleep beside us
and we dream
Abraham Mar 11
I see you sleep
want to lift you up, say
I will love forever
every detail of your construction
cheek that stretches as it rests against your arm
beard painted with such devotion
shoes that peek from beneath a cracked robe
those shoes are attached to feet
feet attached to a heart
and a brain
all of them asleep
nothing in you thinks or feels or cries
or sees me
despite all the nights I’ve stood here
on the other side of this window.
Abraham Oct 2017
Sleep is overrated
    I think
        As a BRILLIANT BURNING FIREBALL LIGHTS UP THIS HOLY GROUND.

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4
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2
1

Small fish risk work.
Repeat five times a day for maximum benefit
Abraham Jun 23
Alone
in the joy of struggle
a backpack
memories
home.
Abraham Oct 2017
Bing bing **** annouce
train to Chiang Mai departs soon!
the king sleeps dog barks
Abraham Mar 11
When it's dark we go to see the plants
no one else knows they're there
in the window of the entrance way
bright Mexican display of
flowering hearts
that laugh and love
love and laugh
I've dreamed of showing you
since the night we danced.
Abraham Jul 2
When every day is like today
can't find the keys can't find the door
I wouldn't make it anyway.

Don't say you know
don't say you know
don't say you know
cos you don't know.

Can't seem to find the clothes to wear
there's not much left of '83
I can't believe that that was me.

Don't say you know
don't say you know
don't say you know
cos you don't know.
(Repeat last line)
This was a song I wrote back in art college performed with my band Chicken Chicken. Yeah, it was art college.

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