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Wednesday, 10 February 2010

Monday, 08 February 2010

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    In the grand ballroom, after the lights went dim,

    though I had promiced not to dance with him.

    His strong arm slid sweet round my tiny waist.

    A hidden, forbidden, most unchaste taste.

     

    Only the stemware lingers now on  tables,

    In the great banquet hall; Stampede's stables.

    Rodeo to rodeo, horses in thier best.

    Now the shiney server; bow tie and vest.

     

    "Ever seen  thundering chuckwagons?" he asked.

    The white gloved waiter fills shimmering glass.

    Conjours visions, wet mud, canvas flying.

    Equine flesh; power straining, defying.

     

    Later we socialized by the great door.

    Boards over the stampede ground floor.

     

     

     

  • haiku

     

    Serious journal,

    there on the other pages:

    Overcast,  not cold.

     

Friday, 05 February 2010

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