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A Sketch: JoeA Sketch: JoeA Sketch: Joe
Adrian Livermore
Remember him? Remember Joe? Remember the soft spoken one: the gangly one hunkered down in his desk like a soldier in the trench.
Remember his face? Long and blank: remember the portrait he paints: outlines without colour.
He was latent a person frozen in a lake waiting for spring or something else to thaw his face.
Are you an enigma? Are you in disguise? Who are you hiding from?
A voice lost in the crowd adds to the chorus: Joe the choirboy
MichaelMichaelMichael
By Adrian Livermore
All the angels Danced on the head of a pin for the pleasure of Yahweh.
And Lucifer was sly And Lucifer sang: Lord, Creator and Destroyer; Lover of us all; Father to us all. Which celestial, of all who reside In Heaven and the Silver Tower, Which is of your greatest favor?
And Yahweh sang nothing.
And Rafael sang: surely I? I who heal the hurts of all creation; Who right the wrongs of mortal flesh, And who empties the mortal vessels Into the pool of Heaven At the bidding of my Lord
TouchTouchTouch
By Adrian Livermore
Watch the man at the corner, He stands by the woman, And they, like clouds passing in the sky, Mingle in each other's presence, And touch only in essence. And move on to other things Unaware of what closer mingling might have wrought.
And watch the boy in his home, The boy with tears that crystallize in his eyes, As he tears his flesh, Yearning for contact; The attentions of others. The heat of pain to replace the burning of desire And lust And love.
And the girl who thinks about the boy,
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