two day eye right

pylon-spined ~

she is so much taller than she remembered.

A past lover once balanced an egg upon his open palm

             ‘I spin,’

he stated, spinning slowly, ridiculously in his courderoy jacket of pavements and people

            ‘The egg remains still.’

and that minute rise of his top lip that made me despise him so very much

            ‘Do you understand that your theory is wrong yet?’

and then to stop with both arms out, palms to catch clouds that would splinter and pierce the air with his shocking waves of genius

-george, the egg is moving

            ‘I can see this is beyond you’

we had sex and then he left in his surprising toyota while I smashed eggs in the hen house

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~ by Beeskiffle on November 30, 2007.

6 Responses to “two day eye right”

  1. and you are extraordinary, the thought focused into the particular again, i am boggled, simply no words, i must come back,

  2. oh, william blake, the mundane egg,

  3. What a fresh, witty & original voice behind this poem. Exceptional.

  4. Brilliant. There is a momentum in it that lurks and twists, right through from the first piece in your bloggedy blog art work, it is like an amazing view of the world oscillating between a totally orginal mystical understanding of the world and a truely human and passionate heart. And the unity of structure and content, the perfect and unique aptness of the voice, the seemingly effortless but tremendous emotional power that has no definable source. You are a genius Ebby, I am honoured to be able to see your work develop and progress as it is being made.

  5. What was it you had?

  6. I’m not sure I understand, LLoyd.

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