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montag runs Jan 2012
a flag listless
hangs- a song unsung
children chant, await
and chant again,
and run- give chase
to all that will run
as well
the breath that stirs-
awaits
and the madness of a
clear blue sky
thirsts the bake
_____

I once, a child was
montag runs Jan 2012
a flag listless
hangs- a song unsung
children chant' await
and chant again,
and run- give chase
to all that will run
as well
the breath that stirs-
awaits
and the madness of a
clear blue sky
thirsts the bake
_____

I once, a child was
montag runs Apr 2012
the colour drifts
held and split-tastes
and chooses, abhorrent
to friction- spins
and underbelly to sun
dives deep-

                    emerges
the colour drifts
montag runs Apr 2012
the colour drifts
held and split-tastes
and chooses, abhorrent
to friction- spins
and underbelly to sun
dives deep-

                    emerges
the colour drifts
montag runs Apr 2012
the colour drifts
held and split-tastes
and chooses, abhorrent
to friction- spins
and underbelly to sun
dives deep-

                    emerges
the colour drifts
montag runs Dec 2011
I saw a sky
slate grey- clear
but for
clouds that
wanted away-
drift listless

I thought of death
under a sun
unconcerned
and I breathless

I fear silence
between you
and I, tonedeaf
I sing
this, my melody.
montag runs Sep 2012
I'm thinking sweet
a cuba libre darling
brown thighs
molasses loving
slow
tell me my
memories are all
wrong
oh darling sweet
voice you have
call me home
montag runs Jan 2012
I have no words
for this

I could look askance
catch a sight of
you, but hold only
what I lost
like a taste
I cant chase
a breath drawn and then
exhaled

I am lost
of you
montag runs Dec 2011
this path
that leads
I follow

worn before I
stepped first
I place foot
in cadence set

yet I stray
seek echoes
and shadows left
by leaves
montag runs Dec 2011
this air that travels
and wet through
window, grasps
my face in welcome
has scent of field
grown uncut, pastures lost
forgotten- the edge
of city restless
like the breath that
fills these lungs
and seeks a
path elsewhere
montag runs Apr 2012
these arms that
laboured once past
pain and thought, lay
now empty at  a  
loss
and staring eyes
refuse tears

and my throat
awaits a cry
this loss, silent
a haunt unannounced
montag runs Dec 2011
the touch that
draws a face
to accept a
kiss, skin tensed
on fingertips
seeking the yield
that tilts a head
to yours


the gasp
of a kiss first
shared, we mistake
call love
yet love's gasp
comes later
montag runs Nov 2011
you broke me
down, past where we
met- to a hurt
I dont understand
unsure
I am lost now
without  your
touch

and your touch
broke me down
to a hurt, I
dont understand

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