tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33632152357871725702023-11-16T04:38:03.592-08:00ANATOMY GROOVESwadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-51986485540512346732010-09-15T05:43:00.000-07:002010-09-15T05:44:09.537-07:00GLUG DEFUSION 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnDvmC-WrrrYc7RQVNOcuzkBhZvjPLXQPFkj3twtjssLPlHqYc59sTXqX2dTMVdfdxjQ0lz3vPshVT-Oci_9aSZY8SagTaRghX_l8skJWaCuEWshCUxEm1tfXAc4oS4hmvjyAYB2Vcz8/s1600/PW21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnDvmC-WrrrYc7RQVNOcuzkBhZvjPLXQPFkj3twtjssLPlHqYc59sTXqX2dTMVdfdxjQ0lz3vPshVT-Oci_9aSZY8SagTaRghX_l8skJWaCuEWshCUxEm1tfXAc4oS4hmvjyAYB2Vcz8/s320/PW21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517113221830615202" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Cars wept all day long<br />Wreckers were lost<br />I killed the prophet of stars<br />Told me the summer brook<br /><br />-Salmonellosis,hypersomniac<br />-Reptiles<br />-Sweating gramophones<br />-TurpsSwadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-71315048332211011152010-09-15T05:20:00.000-07:002010-09-15T05:22:23.124-07:00GLUG DEFUSION 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJGxDrJtCoJ7GcTKOLeypJa5_DmQ75sRqSFm1MupcgNkPFyUEV5Pt5mB57FH3lTxennt9i7QIEoB43kNBUFSx-qsaAbMXNE0ydx77HEcNQsIBuRMrL-bLrFdG51h3Ytwu7uLQinyAGGI/s1600/GLU.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXJGxDrJtCoJ7GcTKOLeypJa5_DmQ75sRqSFm1MupcgNkPFyUEV5Pt5mB57FH3lTxennt9i7QIEoB43kNBUFSx-qsaAbMXNE0ydx77HEcNQsIBuRMrL-bLrFdG51h3Ytwu7uLQinyAGGI/s320/GLU.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517114564719901778" /></a><br />LOST AMIDST THE BASEMENT<br /><br /><br />Who knows about the rheumatic basements<br />I've lost the car like a television<br />Forlorn<br />Fanatically free<br />Faces have been confined in a bott<br />Sundown fallacy<br />Bottles and shattered rainsSwadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-1630832262555146762010-09-03T04:04:00.001-07:002010-09-03T04:13:08.007-07:00Anaesthesia Litter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio9-vTuPDjTj2-58DJb5ER6giVaKbmmgarmN6n1J4w8L9JG-DBK3heHoO0YVhclJb91nmTtgVuBwCbVDlAXVU23BdvUmfFSe-G4VHMHbVbBRGALGGvrAZberXA5_7kzSVBFtS5DpRCS1E/s1600/DSC06346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio9-vTuPDjTj2-58DJb5ER6giVaKbmmgarmN6n1J4w8L9JG-DBK3heHoO0YVhclJb91nmTtgVuBwCbVDlAXVU23BdvUmfFSe-G4VHMHbVbBRGALGGvrAZberXA5_7kzSVBFtS5DpRCS1E/s320/DSC06346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512643397635910130" /></a><br />How the horns for a worm<br />Gurgle tonic beyond the table<br />For ash ..<br />Latex nerves I burn..burn<br />So immense wombs buffoons all balloons<br />Loss of ice..stomached under my theatre balls<br />Rust I am<br />Reeds I blow..kill the clothes<br />Anodes she passes through the ugly autumn..<br />Ruffles papers..worming of secretion to dial a railroad nimbus..in disguise<br />Loss of feet I paddle paddle down underneath<br />Kill her blood<br />Kill her frills<br />She’s on bones of submarine huesSwadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-72103594812687268072010-09-03T03:49:00.000-07:002010-09-03T04:02:29.554-07:00Sorcerer Bulbs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvdJBbdl7pDLPqmux20viH8gzFjvORVsbthy3oPBwP0SBO4LTMPiJeB1cuzN3g9jlyP287vYr5sxD7HJ7waQWPbA82xhlIOdBoEBkTGl49KpoCgF0fe-Y8UNFyADQT5AsEQ1trMx-ylw/s1600/bmp.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZvdJBbdl7pDLPqmux20viH8gzFjvORVsbthy3oPBwP0SBO4LTMPiJeB1cuzN3g9jlyP287vYr5sxD7HJ7waQWPbA82xhlIOdBoEBkTGl49KpoCgF0fe-Y8UNFyADQT5AsEQ1trMx-ylw/s320/bmp.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512640558257711298" /></a><br />So I horn the ribbons<br />Towards the nail-dead alley..cluster of headfield hash<br />Creepers flow through the demerol screes<br />Fierce to step weird and cat and bleeding reptile<br />I’m on mirror..she’s for a box<br />Laddered on hemispheric snakes<br />I shuffle the prolific cards<br />Acidic they growl for the fire-bugs all around<br />Fox fox ache my teeth my robe<br />I lie everyday..<br />Bonnet flies beyond the attic<br />Fiddlers.. broken off<br />Melting like a postman<br />Rambling for the ribbons all autumn rust..Swadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-60187441711619519302010-04-26T22:36:00.000-07:002010-04-26T22:44:59.436-07:00Rippled Drragss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodp1Jf5_-aPa3JI-t3yy9Cj8Yk4cBSQvYX0hGlctKLqGGC7tgx0NS6i8qJMl1wU0VsuXVWTa47oObU7cLGYVEYOec_NiLh5UxjYrE99g578bhRnF2OY6iIyzMNTOv0yfK_fraIRBVyUo/s1600/Swadesh+309.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodp1Jf5_-aPa3JI-t3yy9Cj8Yk4cBSQvYX0hGlctKLqGGC7tgx0NS6i8qJMl1wU0VsuXVWTa47oObU7cLGYVEYOec_NiLh5UxjYrE99g578bhRnF2OY6iIyzMNTOv0yfK_fraIRBVyUo/s320/Swadesh+309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464689094038617138" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Ravens of falling helium<br />I’m rust ..<br />I’m shuffling cards<br />Of black numbers<br />Black skins of a television ghost<br />Inflicted with grease like eyes<br />Listen ..the suburban winds come<br />Stained all glass of all damn obsessions<br />Towards the tablet monotone<br />All hearts,chains, stifling hairs..<br />Snarls of goats all around<br />Funeral stockings..we burn burn the helium<br />Get me up and paint my pocket<br />Kill the claws<br />Fetch the motorhead<br />Postulate all regulations to die<br />..don’t have a snake<br />No no balls to nightless rubber straws<br />Hashish and a railroad gypsy day<br />I’m crab dragging myself towards the television hues<br />Darkness turns into relaxing grease..grease and<br />Methane shoes..pentatonic ulcer..<br />I’m crab dragging myself behind the truck <br />With all deadheaded prurience<br />Plunged into yellow lust<br />Lagger & lust<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlSKTz5jlkcQ3i4uVw9BdjjsK2ntocnZWoFTUiqlTW175leXwkEmGKYu-OkPrfjTT-ND6jyx_ZKYbWJYj8f8TMDdqPN-S3qnw3Q7FDkog8xET1XjQAnUtoOe96STl0MjgcdspQQ-4FQPk/s1600/Swadesh+284.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlSKTz5jlkcQ3i4uVw9BdjjsK2ntocnZWoFTUiqlTW175leXwkEmGKYu-OkPrfjTT-ND6jyx_ZKYbWJYj8f8TMDdqPN-S3qnw3Q7FDkog8xET1XjQAnUtoOe96STl0MjgcdspQQ-4FQPk/s320/Swadesh+284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464687738109320674" /></a>Swadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-844433277178958172010-04-20T21:44:00.000-07:002010-04-20T21:49:56.064-07:00Kill The PilotOn my bones <br />Heaps of conjuring stomach<br />Leathers dead for dead of grains of dissection<br />All daggers melt down into ashes and blues of calender hue<br />My telephone chords<br />Freed beyond for<br />Flakes of doors in the sky<br />Crawling entwined <br />sharp holes,<br />bones, <br />diazepam days<br />I forgot to wish .. <br />ceramic paranoy balls,<br />bricks<br />weary machineries … inhalers ,acidic, <br />vomitus on fire fierce<br />penhole blades ,beamish doldrums..<br />carbon<br />puffballs <br />of resurrection <br />of mirror <br />of worms inherent <br />smelling like a dead shoe..<br /><br />’ve lost nails after all…<br />convoy <br />school<br />.<br />.<br />fools <br />of <br />rust<br />.<br />.<br />banished <br />of <br />spoons<br />.<br />. <br />pan<br />.<br />.<br />immense <br />sausage <br />pan<br />.<br />.<br />think <br />no <br />ladder <br />doddles <br />down<br />.<br />.<br />ladder <br />empty <br />ladder <br />.<br />.<br />let <br />me <br />give <br />you <br />up<br />.<br />.<br />his<br />priest<br />is <br />widower<br />.<br />.<br />his <br />lust <br />is <br />sack<br />.<br />.<br />his <br />nails <br />are <br />full <br />of <br />sands<br />.<br />.Swadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-56479555259134064872010-03-31T02:40:00.000-07:002010-03-31T02:45:27.522-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxvz2rNRDOPRA6kmc2LP2nojb9_CI2veCpZf1AxN6I5HlEesJ74kIzdzTRJ-QWA-xIrwDdMSn4fFvPdT-l6G56xLTrTvoDx1No5zH8i-VFAuZ2zYi_D4DHQu-qs464b08wKxxYkOQ4q0/s1600/26414_1216592784128_1508122151_512419_6695183_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxvz2rNRDOPRA6kmc2LP2nojb9_CI2veCpZf1AxN6I5HlEesJ74kIzdzTRJ-QWA-xIrwDdMSn4fFvPdT-l6G56xLTrTvoDx1No5zH8i-VFAuZ2zYi_D4DHQu-qs464b08wKxxYkOQ4q0/s320/26414_1216592784128_1508122151_512419_6695183_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454731820323290450" /></a><br />I stand for a frozen vestibule…tamed calenders fluttering all around my existence..no<br />hospital..to commence a remarkable on turn opera..malignant nimbus in disguise..<br />another eclipse..anihilated crows..blood..acid..prison car..beep..beeep.beeeep…<br />beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep<br /><br /><br /><br />Shoes nonsense..stepping ahead for a rapid tolerance..cabin of radio-active propulsion..<br />they come with pulps..wierd sailors they are..alienated god of dust & feathers<br />progenitor worm worm comes for the venom tube<br />spinal all spinal spades..snake and red hypnotic robes..sulphur..sodium..<br />beads..and black and skin and acid ..mor..morph..morpheus <br /><br />So my skin ,bones & love…<br />methane full of rust<br />hair full of pepper<br />lapse of all olfaction<br />I’m foam nothing for fomes made of salt<br />beyond the weeds <br />and a suburb means a double decker for no reason..<br />humming humid notes on hemisphere brown brown floe…..Swadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-2724740982088134262010-02-19T21:23:00.000-08:002010-02-19T21:34:16.609-08:00Diurnal<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpF5HNiV1etPYUGAdBbRYChHXoOO0XJSAyy9XYk_zUwIdW-xLBpNHLXtnVXbsC9seAZiqilgK0qPCDgjXcagmh1iB_n57d0pRL77l1JgaQR0wvqt7AueaXHr9LzFC5bpMOW2qWqgBKj4k/s1600-h/PUFF.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpF5HNiV1etPYUGAdBbRYChHXoOO0XJSAyy9XYk_zUwIdW-xLBpNHLXtnVXbsC9seAZiqilgK0qPCDgjXcagmh1iB_n57d0pRL77l1JgaQR0wvqt7AueaXHr9LzFC5bpMOW2qWqgBKj4k/s320/PUFF.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440193286602546402" /></a><br />Angels of vein combat with owls<br />Tobacco prone skin<br />Full of brass and forlorn silver<br />On the sandfield<br />Nose fleeted<br />Penetrates<br />For prolonged scrolls of winter<br />Sandfeet whistle like celluloid<br />Black mud of eyeholes or holes in the eyes<br />Deaf my room<br />Mediaeval wings and ceramic<br />Zinc ash, clowns of wicked penis <br />Dialing the days for a commodore <br />A worm of camphor.. saliva screen..Swadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-82093988321800166002010-02-19T09:28:00.000-08:002010-02-19T09:32:04.798-08:00Telecom<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevZlk3abIv-5j1LIbhhJ4GYikmVhx8AorYLC5wEQTyXkKLg3QwKQXSkMUgsEeGzac30DgML40bvWpVbwrCtnu9fG7YoHQwvyJDK5P_t007g_UX1gIA4l8xt4TbprVlqO7qHf2qnKMhAg/s1600-h/HARP.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevZlk3abIv-5j1LIbhhJ4GYikmVhx8AorYLC5wEQTyXkKLg3QwKQXSkMUgsEeGzac30DgML40bvWpVbwrCtnu9fG7YoHQwvyJDK5P_t007g_UX1gIA4l8xt4TbprVlqO7qHf2qnKMhAg/s320/HARP.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440008652036721074" /></a><br />On my bones <br />Heaps of conjuring stomach<br />Leathers dead for dead of grains of dissection<br />All daggers melt down into ashes and blues of calender hue<br />My telephone chords<br />Freed beyond for<br />Flakes of doors in the skySwadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-26456764798704576512010-02-07T20:55:00.000-08:002010-02-07T21:00:37.169-08:00Radio Station<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TwXYngr9AW-xuCZFvQtEuA_RY9FJI4rBw-7oAEkxRCAAAM_6YzyMGIFlPoR3_LpX0SRuKQO8ZicqNwiKUCGtnSzwJuancwLlf2adfqjiNMWH28oQzfO8rCnUhmYPaTW1f0CgikNX-M8/s1600-h/SUZANNE.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_TwXYngr9AW-xuCZFvQtEuA_RY9FJI4rBw-7oAEkxRCAAAM_6YzyMGIFlPoR3_LpX0SRuKQO8ZicqNwiKUCGtnSzwJuancwLlf2adfqjiNMWH28oQzfO8rCnUhmYPaTW1f0CgikNX-M8/s320/SUZANNE.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435732630113145730" /></a><br /><br /><br />Getting loaded by the wheels<br />Fooh! Damn tails…oaf…doltish<br />No historian gives me a bark of wisdom<br />Black-eyed like engraving snakes on the majestic wall<br />Bubbled celluloid at least…..wrapped up with ferrous<br /> Skin is zero for zero is stone…<br />Vestibules of tamed calendars…<br />Like a pre-historic bugle blows upon the afternoon <br />For the feathers and buffoons<br />Cryptic groaning all around my hollow shirt<br />Tobacco-fly inside the radio room<br />Winds of auction never leave this city of maroon highways…Swadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-13785712626052324832010-01-25T10:26:00.000-08:002010-01-25T10:39:22.321-08:00Creak Chronicle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQxWG2hwMJ14tRN7ydMtM1m3ayrCjwVWZOg5ofKyDiwPwIZuFy5y7OgDLIqEFHXV3LED5_B2qrj_YcFXgIx0-qXIuB1sCGzW9Q_V6__2L-m200neMlk5GcC-Ono_IOP6elFpgkFFT_Fo/s1600-h/DSC053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQxWG2hwMJ14tRN7ydMtM1m3ayrCjwVWZOg5ofKyDiwPwIZuFy5y7OgDLIqEFHXV3LED5_B2qrj_YcFXgIx0-qXIuB1sCGzW9Q_V6__2L-m200neMlk5GcC-Ono_IOP6elFpgkFFT_Fo/s320/DSC053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430746196019611586" /></a><br /><br /><br />Nails obscure<br />Posters of tongue althrough<br />Black of bubbles<br /><br />For pain for a methane devoid of shades and <br />Sound frivolous<br />Skindrop crystals can turn into spinal <br />Salt<br /><br />Let's acquire stray moths on our shirt<br />Neons of sweat aloud<br />Anatomy totems all around my existence<br />Burning like hell....Swadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-76121265877069861422010-01-21T11:28:00.001-08:002010-01-23T01:42:19.248-08:00Wrapped Up With Immense Midnight Repulsion<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVUWnNw_q24Cy3MKFSc00JjR2Qv0JdHT1uksoTnTncsvPxtk8L06imLAR4XpwtDTusGECicDHzFDTCJLMRUreb2_7ZjFL31DBLCpoesMqMNFTIXZLOqFZ1k3ijwLtJwHsZXJ48DhSYsI/s1600-h/DSC05367.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVUWnNw_q24Cy3MKFSc00JjR2Qv0JdHT1uksoTnTncsvPxtk8L06imLAR4XpwtDTusGECicDHzFDTCJLMRUreb2_7ZjFL31DBLCpoesMqMNFTIXZLOqFZ1k3ijwLtJwHsZXJ48DhSYsI/s320/DSC05367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429278652136790226" /></a><br /><br />I gurgle with infringed colours,<br />Vowels of a shadowed pair of shoes..<br />My specs are getting old,my skin is zero for zero is mirror<br />Broken like a dangling staircase … <br />Gods of wicked penis moving in a chain<br />I keep on riding,riding for the jack,johon,brownboard jazz<br />I feel my nails are gone,teeth as well..<br />So as my skin,bones,hairs…<br />Father,shout I shout and zero numberless <br />To see from a crackling locus<br />I feel death is nothing for a man <br />Who can step ahead <br />Towards the bathroom for swimming ashes abundant....Swadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-80429702918202849382010-01-21T09:05:00.000-08:002010-01-25T10:40:11.256-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJ8STu5Qc8Pr7bCNcBKlTht5zxRwIl_LD2klmg9w7-4YzVgsP7sfr1oP1vRWY3i2vl1uvK_TfK7p6Z4B1zwLtFCgqCjGmJF5zTkfAkmAW8EX1x9dL-JgvXQmQ92zfYJWTpyDLUB_at68/s1600-h/DSC06087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJ8STu5Qc8Pr7bCNcBKlTht5zxRwIl_LD2klmg9w7-4YzVgsP7sfr1oP1vRWY3i2vl1uvK_TfK7p6Z4B1zwLtFCgqCjGmJF5zTkfAkmAW8EX1x9dL-JgvXQmQ92zfYJWTpyDLUB_at68/s320/DSC06087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429240614006462898" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Another vibrato..soundness I wishSwadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3363215235787172570.post-31619065629140502332010-01-21T01:22:00.000-08:002010-01-25T10:46:04.658-08:00Skinshot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFEuuSQdO-yqENjFRCO7YDLWa_-HLVPDqfabgl-Ow6QPqFalx9IQVs1gviA6xx3Mzmt5SNbyJDNIwlrEBBKd5g73iHL7mpzQTgFbVTgiD5fOOhLD9QppTXxRBYjKh5SbkjfJQqHrWJtvs/s1600-h/DSC05335.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFEuuSQdO-yqENjFRCO7YDLWa_-HLVPDqfabgl-Ow6QPqFalx9IQVs1gviA6xx3Mzmt5SNbyJDNIwlrEBBKd5g73iHL7mpzQTgFbVTgiD5fOOhLD9QppTXxRBYjKh5SbkjfJQqHrWJtvs/s320/DSC05335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430750307242978370" /></a><br />There’s all skins are fluttering<br /><br />I’ve made a number-plate towards the alluring ashes<br /><br />My thick bones … no calendars to call her name …<br />Bubbles of ceramic sounds<br /><br />Her constellations on her arms,<br />Moles and membranes on my shirt<br /><br />As I’ve left the anatomy wool <br />And papers flying flying through the dark<br /><br />All dodos are with me on a boat<br /><br />Sunday dreams and a swirling hue <br />And the walking doors of a <br />Foul harpsichord<br /><br />I’m a terrific ride with vanishing flakes and <br />Mosses…..Swadesh Misrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03958027340930340622noreply@blogger.com0