Saturday, March 24, 2007

incandescently happy
(a fragment)

Propel me to the stars tonight
and dowse me with their song.

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 2:44 PM 0 comments

What would Eden have looked like in the housing schemes of Scotland? During those first seven days, and during the time at Eden, how would life have unfolded for the ordinary punter?

Eden
(++Work in Progress++)

Day 5
A long and sparkling, golden screw of
piss
chains the Alsation to the grass -
before it breaks and bounds towards a hacking
cough.


Day 6
Men confer; a dog gazes,
caged
in back-page gutterals.

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 2:22 PM 0 comments

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

A minor Galaxy
by Hugh O'Donnell (06/03/2007)

Our dreams, hopes wishes and fears are
sucked
into this little pulsar-blue scattering,
electronically rendered (imperfect perfection) flicker-
ing,
and egg-shell speckled; phantom
in a lone galaxy; ruler of its stars.

Bulging, thoughtless and sleep-like existence,
immersed
in a faceless performance.

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 9:35 PM 8 comments

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

Time
brings scars.

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 10:54 PM 0 comments

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Valuable
by Hugh O'Donnell (03/03/2007)

Gold bullion: dull,
Yellow-leaded, grabber of sunlight.

Sleeps in batches,
Hidden from sight.

Sleeps alone
In cold vaults.

Heavy clinker;
imperfect - always.

Surprising, disarming,
Weight with angled-
Edges.

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 12:32 AM 6 comments

Belated (2007)
by Hugh O'Donnell (03/03/2007)

It’s your birthday. But no
anticipation awaits you; no
cards, kisses or joy – just
your absence.

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 12:30 AM 1 comments

Minuscule
by Hugh O'Donnell (03/03/2007)

Meticulously
Resolving without a thought,
Without memory.

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 12:27 AM 0 comments