The Fork of Ambiguity » Suspicion http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com Multi-tyned Poems Tue, 13 Jul 2010 07:57:45 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 Politipping http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/200 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/200#comments Mon, 10 May 2010 12:00:02 +0000 lunc http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=200 money changers
and common market breakers –
alternative votes
the colour of a slightly
used banana skins

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my throat is dry
from hearing the croak of
Nima’s tree frog
talk Mister President
our tears become rain

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/160/feed 0 Bubble Burster http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/122 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/122#comments Tue, 29 Jul 2008 14:51:56 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/?p=122 I am a bubble burster,
my finger pointed into you.
Quiet talk of you and others,
pushes you from who to whom.
I grasp your tail with white fists
and snap it out into a thread
grown fainter, longer. Weak.

You, a dry and whetted wick,
fuel evaporated in radiant smiles,
rest, cupped by my soft hand.
Held upright with a kind word
I restore your normal body
with the magic of faint praise.
I am bigger, deeper. Strong.

Yet, stood; alone, tuneless
fluorescent lights cast me down.
I shrink into a hollow star,
my five shadows crouching,
each devouring its share.
Their backs turned to me
grown fainter, longer. Weak.

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lawn littered
by fat leg’ed witless oaf –
depression lingers

]]> http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/61/feed 0 Foolish Fish http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/10 http://the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/10#comments Sun, 29 Jul 2007 09:11:41 +0000 lunc http://www.the-fork-of-ambiguity.com/archives/10 I’m not a
foolish fish.
I see your
hook
with its fat
deadly temping
morsel.

I spy the
still fakery
of your
vulgar, brightly
coloured
hand twisted
lure.

I trace out
the thin
line like
a highway
racing to
where you
stand.

I see all
your tricks and
feel the soft
tugging
motions that
wiggle the
worm.

I lie still
and deep,
skulking calmly,
waiting for
the fate of
the weaker
fellow.

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