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"The saints sit up in heaven twiddling their thumbs because so few people pray to them any more." - St Madeleine Sophie Barat

Potter in a Harry - July 2008

The Day God Left Town

July 9th 2008 22:21
Beyond the bare-arsed brutality of childhood

when God leaves Christianity

in the hands of parents, and grandmothers

faint from their own hypocrisy



young girls burgeon

bursting the singlet, bursting the bra

bleeding on the inside

blossoming on the outside


Breaking their own seals, and

family ties

they go in search of love

via the highways, byways and corridors of

lust

with shameless uncertainty


rivers of unshed tears


Dry eyes are a thin film of moisture


glazing over pubescence

breaking into bloom

dewdrops trickle down the stem


Deflowered for the first time

(fumbles, open petals and flapping wings

but the buzz overpowers the bumbling

and honey is always sweet)


they get a taste for the swarm

yet survive the frenzy

and replant themselves in new fields


the virgin is reborn
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Dance With Me

July 1st 2008 18:25
Dance With Me

You laid your own axe to the forest of my dreams

but beyond where I tangled in the undergrowth

of your former years

beyond the polished floorboards of

your dance studio

beyond your bare window

the woods are flourishing

alive with growth

But the way you dance?

I’d forego a bed of leaves

to dance with You

on a barren beach
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