William Cook

I hate to hear dogs barking
it reminds me of the humans
that put them there behind the fences
of boring little houses
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immortality is bullshit
the only thing that lives forever
is the night
love is bullshit
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staring into the sun
white light
pure essence
the burning love
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What lies outside the heart and soul is restrictive decision
that leads an arterial bypass past life’s true intentions.
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A table spread in a tomb, dinner for the dead
the dead! Why did you pay a visit to my eyes last night?
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invocation of a dream
here you are
hundreds of wishes
a lifetime of looking
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Am I dreaming?
this breast is breathing
rain is falling
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I’m waiting
the night is down
the sweet smell completes
my solitaire sonata
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You want something new
from our language?
Something new?
Lewd?
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We travelled to Mapua
through Nelson from the Sounds
in the hot afternoon sun
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i love
the smell of the city
the hustle-bustle brilliance
of life effective in every moment
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Where the wild things run
through the grass & the pine-needles
next to the shore
you walk
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your memory
a spreading pool of blood
the dichotomous moon
of your eyes, reflects & relates
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Shall we dance into the night
you & I
our words but a whisper?
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The night was brunette
full blown — beautiful
& warm so warm
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I miss u more
than all my tomorrows
these futile lines
bleed heartfelt sorrow
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You eclipse me & I have stained the Sun with black love...
death from a bottle cools my ardour
for a while, until I see you again.
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B&D


There I sit in Dunedin Public Library
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