26 February 2006

remontreal

sundried morning lips
sink beneath
a river of red
septembers.

members re montreal, to feel strong i sit

beneath her saffron lips

( on a frozen river,
in a red canoe. keep paddling to
september in th old city. september is

getting further
away. keep looking up
memories in cohen's white
pages )

# posted by hardyf : 09:51
Comments:
maybe you shouldn't drink so much
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : 22:02
 
what's a body w/o water.
# posted by Blogger hardyf : 22:12
 
shit little blah
whiny whiny whiny
# posted by Blogger hardyf : 22:42
 
'sundried morning lips'. love it. 'river of red/ septembers'. love it again.
(and then i love the end.)
# posted by Blogger denielle : 23:04
 
thanx tomorrow girl
# posted by Blogger hardyf : 23:26
 
what is better than waking up to a poem by mr hardy? (besides waking up to a hardy of course)

i liked this one, i like the sad refrain in the too-many-syllables of september.

And 'where everything becomes unclear'? well thats just sexy.
# posted by Blogger Bebe : 22:36
 
"I am speechless
because you have fallen beside me
because your eyelashes
are the spines of tiny fragile animals."

L. Cohen
# posted by Blogger hardyf : 08:46
 
Hey,
This is a nice surprise. I wouldn't mind some sundried lips myself.

('th' is the new duh?)
# posted by Blogger ~Nitoo Das~ : 09:42
 
"You climb into bed and recover the flesh.
You close your eyes and allow them to be sewn shut.
You create an embrace and fall into it."
L. Cohen
# posted by Blogger Rob Budde : 10:02
 
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