Microphone as tinder Thrown voice as stone from slinger And so Gath’s unbathed champion’s dethroned deathlessly. Mike Skinner, leave you skinless Bill a five skinner, chill listening To the poetry podcast hosted by the one and only Frank Skinner Routinely brought to weeping’s cusp by the images poetry evokes That’s not all, folks.
Day of punitive length’s welcome end Collapsing spent, unit’s strength well tested Day of punitive length’s welcome end Western temperatures, no appetite for spaghetti The good, the bad, and the sweaty. In wet Ireland, we’ve not kept up with these Serengeti temperatures Rare celsius, rare grammar no Kelsey Green diet no kelp feed Hell helps… Read more: Welcoming the rack
Privated skies, private places Avenues, Heights, Mews, Gables Imperial names hyphenated stately. Between spaces, spaces between A thing supreme That kingly queen eclipses heretofores. Her want snips my repellent cordons That portal’s bore’s been exposed since. My silver-scored palm examined it clammily My filthy hands silt teeming did fit without cramming A love salmon-bellied, which… Read more: Fishbelly butterfly lunch
Sorry that you can’t afford Coffee cup and guided tour. Vast satisfaction machines, holiday sewers Gnashing demon teeth, horrible fluids Soft weapons, pliant skewers, sticky keys A brief that reads Release the supreme disease
This weed, cateye green My eyes red like that cab Christine New sheen or recalled at least some forgotten pristine The hues which speeding blurred to unmeaning refused my refusal. She knew what I told her and so I told her everything. The nail-tugging inquisitor of unfilled silence I fill with secrets, to see who… Read more: Hues
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