Text Pieces some poems - art and games - more work
	1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - X __________________ Cold light hands and feet bursting red and foam I left you there in surfacing you stayed holding breath and sinew for an eternity now I have seen you taken my hand from those of others you rise I kiss you give you back my life wipe your brow and cheek wrap wet hair in mine back to me feel warm sunlight on your pale skin you are mine April 2002 __________________ Auto Every night when I walk past your home your light goes on I never knew you cared so, I never knew your infra red sensor stared so. June 2001 __________________ Il Pleut It rains there are three parts three stories, three lives three markers on a way first life short on breath old face tired eyes yellow waxen mask pink rush of endurance recognition flickering beyond a veil of intolerable fear raining, racing but never going anywhere save backwards second life girl safe in her curtained land held within a tiny square oasis of confusion burned outside and in wiped clean of all fear save fear of having lost too late to stop the flood switch thrown she sighs third life child measured in days stricken infant in a crystal cage fed not by a mothers teat pierced wounded tubed and gagged lost to restless sleep dark shining eyes bathed in neon April 2001 _______ Spook They had drawn the curtains to keep the low bright late summer sun from shining on the TV screen. In near darkness a dazzling shaft of sunlight burned through the gap between them dissecting the fireplace highlighting his cheek setting her brow ablaze. Inhaling deeply, exhaling he blew the blue-grey smoke from his nostrils which swirling in the brilliant light looked like his ghost at play. Another death in the family as the last rays of orange beat upon the buzzing screen. 1992 __________________ © John Paul Bichard 2002-2004