Matthew Furniss et al.

The Dethronement of Cronus

mrmfurniss — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 13:54:10 +0000

The first was hidden
in the cave of Earth left behind.
He took up rocks,
and pelted – taking his chances -
with frequent stones,
this way and that,
here and there.

The second grew to another cave;
and sought out the Ocean stream.
With open mouth, a fierce dog’s fury,
the emetic potion -
nature’s honeyed drink -
drunk deep,
vomited up brothers and sisters.

The last took sudden flight,
and with the trident,
and with the thunderbolt
lay in the helmet of darkness.
At dead of night -
where no creature casts a shadow -
he is the wind that combs us.

Bang A On The Head

mrmfurniss — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 12:18:17 +0000

Night Fishing Strictly Prohibited night
Night Fishing night fishing
Night Fish Gin
Fish Thing Gin
Ninth Fish Gig
Sin Nigh Fight

down

Night Fishing Strictly night fishing strictly night
Lightning Strict Fishy
Clinging Shifty Thirst
Thirsty Gin Gist Flinch
Thirsty Sin Cling Fight

down

Sign Fling Thirsty Itch
Fling Itch Stringy Shit
shit shit shit shit shit

down down

Night Fishing Strictly Prohibited night fishing strictly prohibited night
Bronchitis Firelight Dip Thy Sting
Perdition Thirsty Sight Big Flinch
Blight Finish Perdition Cyst
Fishpond Bestirring City Light Hit
Fishpond Bestirring Thigh City Lit
Fishpond Icy Bestirring Tight Hilt
Fishpond Birth

Bestirring

down

Bestirring

down

Bestirring

down

down down down

#24

mrmfurniss — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 12:05:15 +0000

Where all seems lost, where
all seems dark as night -
cherry blossoms grow

#17

mrmfurniss — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 12:03:56 +0000

Bird sitting pretty
until a lensman circles,
beak shutter clicking

#15

mrmfurniss — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 12:02:15 +0000

A faultless person
withdraws from affairs, but this
must be done with strength

#14

mrmfurniss — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 12:01:00 +0000

The moment I saw
my blood burned deep within me,
outside I was calm

#10

mrmfurniss — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 11:59:55 +0000

Clarity of voice
escapes us in times like these,
but we must stand tall

The Siege Of Magalouf

mrmfurniss — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 11:57:39 +0000

Armies in white arrive from the West
They leave blood-stained red
but happy

The victors left with the spoils
Are somehow the losers
Bitter, forgotten -
but faces in the crowd

Alone once more
The Siege Of Magalouf
is over

#1

mrmfurniss — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 11:56:06 +0000

How could I start with a beauty so pure?
Gaze down from above away from love’s head,
Unstirred by my glance far from the azure,
Pretty and pink lay vos doigts de pied.
I dream of dips in testing the water,
Skips sandled through sudden summer rain;
Running in sand with our new-born daughter,
Praise Pirouettes past filled with love’s pain.
I put back the cover, place back the sheet
As you motion to stir under moonshine.
I cease gazing at the tips of your feet -
O that they were no longer yours but mine.
Under sheets I move close touching your toes,
Hoping not to wake but wishing you rose.

#6

mrmfurniss — Wed, 30 Jul 2008 11:54:50 +0000

To speak of ancients,
of times past, times forgotten
are the words of fools