Mother Earth is Allowed to have Strands of Hair in Her mouth It was a planetary discussion about birth times. The forecast was a face I knew could be my ancestor when Pisces swims in his Sun and Moon, yet strange Aquarius rises to slam the bedroom door after playing Eminem in random nonchalant disorder the way fire and water lack rigid symmetry when he says Kick-Bo will stop him falling to the ground. If he falls, the stage props the familiar right side of his brain with manga sexuality never out of reach like an imaginary hand held over his mind's eye, then drawn on all those sheets of paper. Some he shares with easy Mother Earth. She says its ok to leave strands of hair in her mouth, perhaps even, a little dirt. Mid Cycle Medical dictionaries have an unsubtle way of telling my truth. It will never be yours. I've read the affidavit. Didn't you let loose considering you say peace is harmony because you want to retain some respect for being mistaken for somebody you'd like to be but you've really tipped the scales and your balance is the cost of being a taciturn control freak whose idea of peace is cold. Month after month after month you'd get your revenge when I phoned begging to see my kids. You'd say no. I'd cry and you'd say I was sick. It is grief and Eric, you're a pig. Did I mention what Circe did on her island. All those men charmed into thinking they were men. They were pigs but Circe's changed her name since Centrelink keep ringing about Child Support Payments. I had it reviewed even though you'd like to think I'm your financial planner. Remember the time I threatened to resign so you phoned my boss. As if she'd talk when you've been banned from nurses' conversations. They've noticed my uniform is unironed. My fringe is not a fringe anymore. Soon, my hair will be long, then I'll cut it short even though its you who'll be bald as a pig snorting Mittelschertz when I'm still losing clots, like how much blood do you want? The Damage Could Have Been Worse A few days after he left, when I nearly felt safe, when relief saturated my voice, I talked about Zen to myself. Living with Koans is almost possible now the phone is silent because it has no choice. It rattles if I pick it up, as if its been badly shaken and won't talk about the attack. My brother said he dreamt he saw me hanging from a rope. He walked past my house two days ago. The man whose hair is longer than seven veils was there even thought seven planets spin in the atmosphere somewhere above earth. My brother wants to know if I remember being in the basement with Mercury, if doppelganger have anything to do with imagination. I have to explain the damage could have been worse. Above the oven, there is cold exhaust from smoke stuck to the cupboard door. It's the result of my cooking, not the igniting of an unholy flame. Pythagoras's Memory Annihilation is my slept upon arm in the Egyptian red sleeveless dress with its blood rust petticoat transient as the seams tear holes in my psyche screaming I want you I want you I want you to kill me like you did when you were blind Osiris dancing naked on the lounge room floor I felt the puncture marks of desire held together by  that leather belt you buckled round my waist it was black as an unfinished statement somewhere at the back of your mind all those former lives override rationality into irrational numbers pi? the last temptation knows nothing about the bones of a saint when you're sucking on my throat. And Now For Some Romance The Book of Breathings teaches gods how to weep like a man finding the moon nestled in his cupped fingers gently arched where his knuckles rest against her pubic bone, where her hips flare all the way to Egypt, where Isis dresses Thoth with the alchemy of raven blood brighter than the diamond tears gathering in Trinity's throat moaning to the sound of fingers polished shiny by the vulval flood drenching their breath into that fathomless embrace. (c) Alison Daniel 2001

Alison Daniel So what's happening with Alison? "I'm still allergic to Artaud but am ok with Genet. At the moment I'm getting lots of thrills with a voyeuristic tendency of cyber-sex-slave mentality shared with a particularly astute and sexy Taurean."  So now you know...