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We shared Gustav Klimt and a derision of both our accents. The lamplight outside filtered through the blinds and caressed the soft contours of her sleeping face, a wry smile evident. A doe-eyed deer lay shot. Beneath the apartment the Turkish café noise ensued intermittently, drilling and pounding. I pondered their movements, rather peculiar for three in the morning; and supposed either a bomb making factory or a deadline for their opening to be met. Yet, she slept through the din for a chan...

Distance I have a love As distant as the word Or so it feels When it so close to touch The embodiment of she The elusive indifference The need to hold To delve in deliverence I wish to love Allow me pronunciation To lull on strained efforts Through beautiful consolidation For I wait on a love As distant as the word Oh, for she to have faith In I recognition As distant As the word Matt Geary 6/03/07

Check (the Mentalist Sonnet) Check, redress did I check? See I and Me in mirror be Check confirm reaffirm invest All in all these eyes perceive Back, reassurance fails thyself Instrument of torture scythes wounds to see Check, redress now do I bleed? Myself in the minds red troubled sea Check this marriage circle bound Severance cuts the arms to see Yet self is found in mirror bound All no more lost eyes perceive Check Did I check? M.Geary 2006

The Secret Angled In The Wall The secret angled the wall A hell bent story wishing to be told Yet It parried against better judgement Imploding All he had worked for Still She knows the truth and its eventuality How it cannot ever never be told For the truth is present and all revealing Unappeasable, assigned to be known Present Ever encompassing and laying fate A secret revels to be restored To knowledge added Questions realised Why the secret angled in the wall? Matt Geary Feb 2007

"Nowhere Man" Stepping out. The panic attacks. Subsidence of the everyday. A myriad of scurrying thought scratches, ripping rational to shreds. Great, granite monoliths slope and sway with crumbling intent as the roads narrow with vice-like intent. Amphetamine abused fuel to fire slashes and burns perception cooking the years. I stand frozen in the street and wonder why the eyes slyly spy and the talk scorns under breath. My chest tightens. Screaming sirens echo and ruminate. A blitzkrieg bo...