(minor redraft June 2009)
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I can tread water,
Like there is even a grace to it,
I can breathe under water…
…at least, I try to now and then.
Never did learn to dive you know,
All I can do is jump,
A feet first drop down crash,
To resurface salty,
Burning throat and nostrils,
But I’ll be smiling,
Because I enjoyed falling.
That leap and grasp for air,
That rush of empty in the updraught,
And I seem to just,
-hang-
In space for some moments,
Before the body of water moves on me,
Rushing up impossibly fast,
Then…
My limbs want for feathers and a gliders grace,
But oh no,
Down I go…
Projectile launched out to see,
With all the grace of a fridge trying to fly,
Failing, falling,
Closing on the water,
Until I crash…
Piercing right through with a splash.
My contact,
Was a flat-on-the-back bomb,
Shattering torpedo punch,
Going too deep to stay in control,
And swim.
Coughing I come up to a bubbly hiss,
With a huge air pocket in my pants.
Sting of that slap already searing my skin,
…Owww.
But like I said above,
Before we jumped off into this,
No matter the belly whacker smack,
That comes after the jump,
I still enjoyed, falling for you.
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The last piece used from my last feature that I hadn't yet blogged. Now, onto the new stuff...
And be there be there be there oh yeah, this Saturday, August 1st, 2pm, Dan O Connell, 225 Canning Street Carlton, to see what new stuff I've cooked up. The 2 sets at the Dan will feature all new material not yet heard in public, and not seen on here (except 2 pieces that have been heavily revised) ...and am I exhausted at all this preparation or what.
It's gonna be a great show folks, don't miss it!
-Peace
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