Robert Knapman
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Pulse
I wandered myself
Thick into that never too deep night
Cloaking myself in the rhythm of an invisible lie -
I Winked and the Trees they Winked Back
The day the earth stood still
Was drizzled in fine summer sun
The kind that illustrates the sky -
Red Sky in the Evening
I clock
Your soft petals
Peeking at the creeping day
Which nuzzles along my pillared verandah -
Deliverance
Art comes
In spits and spurts you know
No not the kind your thinking
(gutter tramp!) -
Sence-Awed
Mmmm…perhaps
Our madness strikes like a terrorised cobra
At your propoganda
Unsettling
Like twin tower dust -
In the Halls of Princes
Today’s battle
Brave soul
Was torn
curved and viciously clawed
Like a collision course of hate
Across my scarred and defiant face -
What Makes You Happy
My heart has bloomed a thousand hearts
And those thousand hearts
A thousand hearts
And they all
Make
Me Happy -
Lover Moon
The knock was quick
But I knew there was more
That was his style
That was his game
And I needed that -
I Had a Wet Dream
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Touch Me
Souls in their warrior’s sleep
Find places where men wash wounded men
And welcome hands
Of filtered light
Settle warm on dark, soft skin -
Her Hands
She slips her little finger
Delicately
Around the colours
That swing on the strings of my soul -
Outer outer Space
I saw an old women yesterday
She shivered
With recognition
When a rat the size of a dog
Stole a rattle from her pram -
Play Me, I Squeak
If you gave a little
And played a little
And offered your mind a little
And fuck it, thought to use your goddamn brain a littleThings…would be different
And I would gladly shoot for you -
Nothing
Your distance is an alcholic
Wet beggar dead end street
Brown paper bag
Teasing amber liquid -
The Hand That Bit the Foot
I scratch and fuss
Around bags made of teacup storms
Like a sniffer dog
On inner city heat
