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December 19th, 2007 by Editor

The Editor is back, after starting a new job. More on that later. The next edition starts here. Poems in the Fresh queue before this date are now being considered for inclusion in the next Auckland Poetry Edition (that is our Home page). Your comments are what makes this site fantastic - as well as the poetry of course. We have just detected and removed a number of spam comments. If you get a comment on one of your poems and you do not agree with it, then you have a right to ask me to simply remove it. Of course, I will. It would be helpful if anyone leaves comments on poems published before this posting while I edit the next edition. It is a surefire way of making a poet more interesting (to me). Real comments help me grow more editorial wings. Now that the site has proven to work (even if I become unavailable) and improve itself, I can safely start the next phase. For a start, editing will be a little more selective at the edition level, and perhaps quite permission on the Fresh queue. If comments become the default editorial method, then publishing great editions should be more democratic. Art and democracy - interesting mix or horrible idea? Your comments please.

SOFT VIEW ADDICTION

December 19th, 2007 by ngawaka19

squinting thru the smoky window

again

agonizing need for clear euphoria

I see that mountain

concealed

thru the window

that mound of dirty mud

piled higher than elephant shit

no desire to focus

dancing thru the dry iced dawn

I’ll take my study of avoidance

with one more breath drawn

and choking laughter

stinging eyed joy

correctional balancing of mind

revealing beautiful half notes

cradling the divine musical door

its wide open

hence rusty reality no user can use

the knocking pisses me off

turn toward momentary time

of tingles

arousing playfully

the lost child that’s willingly lost

in the maze of real truth

nothing and no where

is the real truth

the reality

the dimensions

densities’

hello 5th dimension

I welcome you

my kind and gentle soft view addiction

with no judgment

no star tears falling like raindrops

and no mountain

just a smoky window

filled with glittering dust and sparkling diamonds

kicking off prisms of om’

again

written by Vanessa 13/11/07