Tags
2013, abandonment, childhood, dream, Eglinton Hill, eyes, fear, girl, Herbert Road, houses, identity, looking, love, muse, power, spell, thought, windows
bottom of Herbert Road to the
foot of Eglinton Hill dream
girl of my child
hood reached to take my wallet as I
contemplated houses
in the window
I grabbed her wrist
righteous to justice you’re coming with me
I won’t get fooled again
but with no design she
looked up
to me the fear that even I
would hate her and leave her
without power – the only thing she had and I
I fell in love
with those eyes
and those shoulders –
the spell cast
yet again
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
abandonment & Eglinton Hill wormhole: just words wiped across a line
childhood wormhole: relapse
dream wormhole: Dr Strange VII – the madness of Mordo
eyes & love wormhole: the dash is magnificent / the shadow grotesque
girl wormhole: tag cloud poem VIII – growth
Herbert Road wormhole: Christmas
houses wormhole: the lines are not that straight / after all
identity & looking & power wormhole: between
muse wormhole: knees
thought wormhole: under silent direction of architecture
windows wormhole: after the storm
