great poem! I enjoyed reading this - tremendous.
Helen
>The resolution of snow
>
>I stab at the dash key on my old Olivetti
>and peer through the hemmed eyelids
>of shame, stitched in red broken lines
>
>There was this fuming search for a woman
>she still holds her body a charm
>knees nudge propriety apart
>and build a chasm of triangular black
>down which the disintegrating ashes
>of dwarf-heart spume to drift in fascination
>and seek time's charity for whatever fulmination
>can be triggered by a world in a tram
>that lives to lavish the walls all cave con and vex
>with frailties and humbug:
>a cying drunk's promise
>a beaten dog's eye-white
>or hunger boiled into the shape of a tongue
>that stalks the places where warm nylon stretches
>and lolls in a dream of condensation
>contained by a system of blood soaked facts
>that flare their nostrils and crawl over strategies
>that inch their bravado to settle on lust
>and resolve its landscape as snow does
>
>Russell Forster
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