Tuesday, August 14, 2001

Nice poetry and photography at Oddities Compiled. The prose didn't do much for me.

Prodigal Geography

A little dance off the
exit ramp and evening neons
start blinking up

in this town I left
those many years ago
that I blinded with my arse

and now I sneak back into
under cover of darkness
disguised by age

and all's well in a
neverworld re-entered
from a far off dream

but awake at last and
still knowing those faces
that never had names

I ghost around
the familiarities of
re-worked streetscape

I know this place
and am lost here.

-John Birkbeck