Patterns on my skin

where you held so tight

Circles in my heart

you are always around

In-prints in the sand

where we whispered

sighs in the surf

tears shadowing our midst

kissing twilight

in the mist

Like patterns on my skin

tattoos on my mind

sapphires in our sweat

You are always here

when I dream

when I stare

when I remember

Kisses floating in the breeze

I know they are yours

by the scent

by the taste

by the touch

Patterns in our life

created and sustained

That we are

NOW that we are one.


(c) Terrell Neuage 5- 14 - 94 Victor Harbor South Australia



I saw her laughing

standing at the bus stop

I asked her for a date

she laughed

We went to a rave

she laughed

We went to her cabin at the freeway's end

she laughed

She laughed as we drank wine

as we made love

as she slept

when she awoke in the morning

during our shower

at breakfast

and when I left her at the bus stop

where I first picked her up

Now everyday I drive by


she's always at the bus stop laughing

in the snow ~ cold ~ rain ~ hail ~ smear

Because I take life so seriously

(I have Saturn and Pluto [both at 13.05 leo] conjunct my Venus, Sun and MH in Leo in a Capricorn house)

I've never stopped to see her again

But I still hear her

especially on stormy nights laughing

and though it scares me so

someday too I will laugh like her

She no loner has the body at the bus stop

Her laughter every full moon

tries so desperately to enter me

But as long as I refuse to laugh

I will never become possessed by her.

September 4th 1994 Victor Harbor South Australia

We can't go back she whispered

as we jumped on to the last shuttle

I remember her reaching through the haze

the voice without a body

a laughing shadow

She awoke an old unfilled desire

as I realized it was her

from my dreams

pregnant - from having me last night

How could that be?

(me! a rapped male?)

I had woken in terror - my seed

so forcefully pulled from me

(just another unreported alien abduction?)

then she yanked it from her glowing-metallic belly

said it was my off-spring

I leapt from the shuttle

her laughter curdled the foreign air

as I gasped for the remaining air

Tomorrow I must find a way to tell this truth

the details so quickly fade

But to sleep again I never can

so excuse the way I appear

I'm eternally wide awake

I don't care to understand

Just say I'm a man

they will know what to think

and where to place me

in experience's final resting place.


(Storiette #4 a story of truth) 4-06-94 Victor Harbor South Australia

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NEW SITE = JULY 2014 - http://neuage.us/2014/July/ - Today working on picture poem links starting around "better" (19 September 2014). Picture poems are the digital format of work I did as a street artist in New Orleans in the 1970s, as well as New York City, Honolulu, San Francisco and Adelaide South Australia. Follow @neuage .

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