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BANKS OF CLOUD
RISING UP THROUGH LONG BANKS OF CLOUD GREAT ECOLOGICAL BAND-AIDS OF CRASH AND BURN PADDOCKS GEOMETRICALLY PLACED WITHIN THE PATCHWORK ONLY BROKEN BY THE IRREGULARITY OF THE RIVERS THEY COULD NOT GET TO FLOW IN STRAIGHT LINES AND THE BUSH THEY COULD NOT CONFINE WITHIN THE BARBED WIRE FENCES GROWN WILD© A.D.Fox 1994
DISTANT LIGHTS,HORIZONS MONSTERS IN ALLEYWAYS INSECTS CLIMBING WALLS DIRTY BARE BULBS CRACKLING TRANSISTORS IT'S LATE AND STATIC SPITS AND HISSES TOXIC CLOUDS OF BURNT OZONE DRIFT THROUGH THE PISS COLOURED SNOW THE NEON VIOLENCE AND WHERE DID YOU GO© A.D.Fox 1994
YOUR HAND IS SILENCED COLD WHITE MARBLE A STOLEN WEDDING RING THE NEWS PAPER TUMBLING IN SLOW MOTION THROUGH STREETS BEHIND EYES THE CRACKLING 45's ROTTED RED MOCK VELVET WALLPAPER THE STILLING OF THE PIANO THE TIME I BROKE YOUR MIRROR THE ONE HE BOUGHT HOME FROM JAPAN THAT MAN AND NOW THAT HAND FOREVER IS SILENCED MY FRIEND© A.D.Fox 1994
BLACK FEATHER RUFFLED IN WIND TORN TUFTS DARK CONGEALED BLOOD OF THE CROW TEARS OF AUTUMN COLD AND SHARP FADED YELLOWS,GREENS AND DEEP RED THE COLD BLACK EYES STARE FAR AWAY WAITING FOR THE BACK TO BE TURNED AND THE SPIRIT TO FLY© A.D.Fox 1994
THE CROSS NOW BROKEN YOU HAVE NO WORDS TO FALL UPON YOUR CUP IS EMPTY AND WHERE IS THE PROMISE WHEN YOU NEED IT THE MOST YOU SAID THE CITY HAD TURNED TO DUST YOUR LUNGS YOU SAID HAD THEIR LAST LEGS AND WINDOWS SOMEHOW SEEM DIFFERENT NOW THAT THINGS ARE A EVEN STRANGER DO YOU REMEMBER THE AWAKENING THE FEATHER AND THE STONE YOUR FIERY TORCH HELD HIGH WE MARCHED THROUGHOUT THE DARKNESS ALL TOGETHER WE FOUND NOTHING BUT WE WERE SCARY INDEED I AM SENDING TO YOU WINE MUCH WINE AND SONG JOIN DUST TO DUST AND ROCK YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A STRANGER TO THE STRANGER IN ME© A.D.Fox 1994
THE WALLS ARE READ CORRECTING THE LONG WRITE HAND OF AN INEVITABLE SELF INDULGENT SONG DESCRIBING TEXTURES LIKE BLACKENED BLISTERED BOTTOMS OF FIRE POTS AND KETTLES THE WARM SOFT SKIN OF A SMALL BIRDS ARMPIT INSPIRE TO NEW HEIGHTS OF LAUGHTER MISTER SHAKESPEARE CUTS WORD AND PAGE INTO REVISED REFLECTIONS FOUR LINES LONG AND NOW THE WALLS HAVE ONCE MORE FADED FROM VIEW CLEARLY WE CAN SEE ANIMALS AND TREES LAUGHING TOO© A.D.Fox 1994
SILENT STOLEN MOMENTS HE WASHES HIS HANDS ALL THE TIME THINKING AMERICA LIES FORGOTTEN DETAILS THE MOST ANNOYING LONELY POINTS I CANT RECALL TOO LATE FOR THE MOMENT OF NEED AND INSPIRATION IS REPLACED WITH DEAD FLOWERS AND ANGER THIS IS THE FOOD WAR EATS© A.D.Fox 1994
THE SMILE,A JAGGER'D WHITE TEAR WITH SOFT WHITE TEETH RIPPED FROM OUR HANDS AND TORN SO MANY WAYS NOW SCATTERED AMONGST THE BATTLEFIELD THAT ONCE LONG AGO WAS YOU CARPET OUR PALE WITNESS OF LOVE A HAND ,A PIECE OF LEG FRAGMENTED OUR LOVE A TORN PHOTOGRAPH© A.D.Fox 1994
THE SOFT WHITE CANVAS, THE SHIFTING SANDS AHEAD, A PERFECTLY INFLECTED WORD, PATTERNS DESIGNED, TO REPRESENT LIFE, A FALLING SHADOW STEPS ASIDE AVOIDING THE BLADE, A BROKEN VASE,DRY FLOWERS, FADED COLOURS, A MATCHBOX, A SENTENCE OF TIME A CORNFIELD OF GHOSTS, DIMENSIONS RETREAT , THEIR ILLUSIONS CONFUSED BY COLD BITTER PERCEPTIONS OF ART THE PAGES ARE TURNED BACK TO THE LAST INTELLIGIBLE ENTRY© A.D.Fox 1994
INCENSE STAINED SKY ROTATING SOUNDS SLEAZY SMILING SUNGLASSES EASY CONVERSATIONS LEGALISING ALL THINGS WITH MOCK INFLECTIONS AND GRANDIOSE GESTURES THE CHANGING HAND OF THE HARLEQUIN© A.D.Fox 1994
IT COMES TO YOU IN SILENCE AND IT MOVES TO YOUR TOUCH IN IT'S WAY IT IS CHANCE AND POSSIBILITY IT IS CORN AND WHEAT AND SUSTENANCE AND YOU FEEL IT BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS ON YOUR SKIN THROUGH SUMMERS AFTERNOONS IT IS AN EXPERIMENT IN SOCIAL PERCEPTION IT IS NOT LAW OR TRUTH AND YOU MAKE IT YOURSELF CAUSE IT DISAPPEARS IN MISTS AND MELTS LIKE ICE IT IS WILLOWS BY RIVERS AND MOSS ON GRANITE IT TASTES OF WIND AND STONES AND SEA AND IT MOVES BETWEEN US AS AIR IT IS ETERNAL BUT CAN BE UNDERSTOOD IN A MOMENT IT IS PROXIMITY AND TOUCH IT CRIES IN THE MORNINGS FOR THE LOVERS LONELY BEDS AND PASSES THROUGH WALLS AND ROCK IT IS THE SPECTRUM OF GENETIC POSSIBILITIES THE BOWL MOST FAMILIAR TO THE CAT IT IS THE BEGINNING WITH PROGRESSION TO THE END THE CHARGE THROUGH A CIRCUIT AND SAND IN WATER IT IS A BIRD THAT COMES CLOSE, KNOWING NO HARM THE CRUST OF DREAMS IN MORNINGS EYES A TAPESTRY OF COLOUR UPON WHICH SOUND IS LAYERED AND IT RISES IN THE THROATS LIKE WINGS OF SMALL BIRDS FOR IT IS DUST AND WIND,CONFUSION OF LEAVES IN RAIN ME AND YOU AND EVERYTHING© A.D.Fox 1994
SEWN TO THIS BED I LAY PIERCED BY YOUR POISONED NEEDLE CHAINED BY YOUR ENCHANTING THREAD PINS IN MY EYES ASH IN MY MOUTH AND DREAMS IN MY HEAD MORE REAL THAN DREAMS AND YOU THE YOUNG LOVER SO PURE,SO INNOCENT KNOWING ONLY YOUR WILL YOU MAKE YOUR TAPESTRY DRAWING TOGETHER YOUR THREADS SO BLISSFULLY UNAWARE YOUR EAGER ENCHANTMENT MAKES ME A SLAVE AND I DO NOT SEEM TO MIND IF TOMORROW COULD WAIT FOR ONE MORE TASTE YOUR BITTER LIPS WOULD BE MINE TO KEEP AND I MAY NEVER KNOW WHAT IT WAS THAT MADE ME WANT TO QUIT© A.D.Fox 1994
THE BURNING ARDOUR OF MY SOUL THE INTOXICATING FIRES LEAP OUT FROM THE DARKNESS FLASHING GOLDEN STREAMS ACROSS WATERY EYES THE SPACE STRETCHES OUT FOREVER MY FINGERS TINGLE WITH DYING STARS AND SOUND IS LIKE ETERNAL WIND DRESSED UP AS THIS MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE I COULD DANCE FOREVER© A.D.Fox 1994
SMOKE BROWN EYES WAKE A SUNRISE OF BURNT DAFFODILS A BIRD HEAD ON A STICK A FEVERED SLEEP THAT SEEMED TO DREAM FOREVER LIGHT INCHES FORWARD UNTIL DANCING BEAMS OF DUST STRIKE CRYSTAL FACETS ILLUMINATING BROKEN RAINBOWS ACROSS SMILING FOX TOOTH AND CLAW THE MORNING SHRIEKS WITH BIRD SONG AND WAKING© A.D.Fox 1994
SPEED TRIP,FAST CAR BETTER NO EXPECTATIONS THE CATERPILLAR PULLS IN PAST WALLS OF FROZEN PEOPLE ALIENATION FROM THE NATION CODEINE AND WHISKY,WEIRD SHADES IN SYDNEY,CLOCKS FAIRY DELIGHTS,CAPPUCCINO HEAVEN SUGAR OPIUM FOR THE PEOPLE SHOP WINDOWS,MAGIC TOYS PLASTIC REALITY,DISTRACTION WOUNDED SLEAZY MEN,PAINTED VIBES HIGH PERFUMED FLOWERED BARB QUEENS PUNK FIGHTS,BACK DOOR REALITY HEALTHY GUNS AND DYING PLANTS END OF SACRIFICE,CHINA TOWN FIRES A CHEAP TICKET TO NOWHERE BATS AND GARGOYLES,FLASHING HEADS IN THE PARK,BAD ACID,NEW AGE POISON MIXED CULTURES,DAWN OF AWAKENING GET OUT OF YOUR BRAIN AND INTO THE DRAIN YOU WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN© A.D.Fox 1994
VIETNAM MARIJUANA,TOKYO OPIUM ACID LOVE RITUALS IN ARMY HOSPITALS HASHISH CONCUBINES SHOOT SMACK IN PEELING PLASTER LADIES ROOM,SWINGING BULB LIGHT,THEY PULL THE MIDNIGHT KNIVES FROM THEIR SNITCHES BACKS AND DEVOUR DESIRE LIKE SNAKES EATING THEIR OWN TAILS DOWN BELOW ON FREEDOM STREET THE ENGINES GRIND,ENTER HERE THE CITY OF DESOLATION THE WISE OLD REPTILE,HIS NECK CRANED FOREVER WATCHING FELLOW SWAMP CREATURES MAKING THEIR NAMES THEIR PIECE OF THE PIE WAS STOLEN THEIR CHILDREN STILL HUNGER FOR MORE© A.D.Fox 1994
HE WAS THE BEGINNING AND WILD HORSE HOOVES BEAT UPON HIS SOUL TOWARD HIS FIGURE ALL THINGS CREPT A LITTLE CLOSER UNDERSTANDING HIS PLIGHT WITHOUT SYMPATHY CREATION IS NEVER EASY AND NOW YOU STAND LIKE A CRAZED WOUNDED BEAR SLASHING OUT BLINDLY AT ALL WHO DARE TO KNOW YOU WE WATCH FROM A DISTANCE UNDERSTANDING YOUR PLIGHT WITHOUT SYMPATHY DESTRUCTION IS NEVER EASY TODAY WE BUILD TEMPLES IN YOUR NAME AND PROSTRATE OURSELVES IN FANATIC FRENZY BEFORE YOUR MAJESTIC SEAT OF WISDOM HOPING YOU TO BE PLEASED BY OUR SACRIFICE HOPING YOUÍLL NOT DESTROY US TOO BUT FAITH IS NEVER EVER EASY YOU WATCH OUR MORTAL INEPTITUDE UNDERSTANDING OUR PLIGHT WITHOUT SYMPATHY ETERNAL HOPE IS NEVER EASY© A.D.Fox 1994
I TAKE THE LONG WALK FROM THE WIRE TO THE CAGE THE IMMORTAL LAST STAND NOT SO SPECTACULAR AFTER ALL MY ANKLES AND FEET CHAINED AS IF A CONDEMNED MAN COULD REALLY ESCAPE HIS FATE AND OF THE TECHNIQUE VERY LITTLE HAS CHANGED IT'S STILL DEATH AS IF SACRIFICE WILL BRING SOME MORTAL RELIEF TO OUR WORN SOCIAL CONSCIOUS AS IF DEATH WERE MERELY A PUNISHMENT© A.D.Fox 1994
THE MYSTERY OF A MAN THE CHILD,THE KILLER THE HIDDEN WOMAN THE REAL MAN BEHIND THE SOCIAL PERCEPTION WHO I SHOULD BE WHAT I SHOULD SEE AND IN SOME DARK HIDDEN CLOSET,AWAY FROM JUDGING EYES,THE REAL MAN SITS WITH DRIED UP TITS AN -X- INSTEAD OF A -Y-© A.D.Fox 1994
THE THIEF, THE BEGGAR, THE DISAPPEARING KNIFE THE BROKEN RAGGARD FACE FALLS AWAY IN HANDFULS WE STRUGGLE TO GRASP OUR MORTAL INFALLIBILITY WE SLIP AWAY IN DRIFTS OF RUBBLE AND BRUISED AND BROKEN WE LAY IMPALED UPON OUR EGO'S (STILL TWITCHING)© A.D.Fox 1994Email A.D.Fox at: tfx@usp.com.au
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