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Sculpture Room
larrylark

They have been brought here
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to discover third dimensions.
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What they lack can be found round the back,
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where a profound sense of aesthetic tensions parades
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among discarded plaster, metal scraps and clay.
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Horse hair waves from a cardboard face,
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orchid stem poked through a disused lens,
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hen feathers stuck to wooden wings,
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paper mache skull averts its gaze
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from so many lumpen things.
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Most drift back to 2-D,
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re-familiarise with seamless routines.
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Tight impositions of time are what they crave,
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while those who stay become half crazed,
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unable to raise not one finished piece
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as they hover, torn between dimensions of angles
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that stand among tangled armatures,  
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trying to coax the insubstantial towards solid form.
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1 May 09

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larry the junkyard poet lark.
I declare that title with great respect.  Your poetry is what postmodernist scrap metal sculpture is to a Renaissance gallery.  Defiant.  Starving.  Some what heroic.
Have you published a collection or two by now?  I should hope so, you have more than enough to offer.
 — aurelius

You are an arsh flatterer aurelius and if i could begin to tell you how much your comment means to me i would, but i can't, so there.

Larry hiding in the lilac bushes fearful of decay Lark
 — larrylark

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