Month: Jul 2026
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A stubborn prodigal
I have had everything and known The boon of heavy levies How to pay the rent unknown Or what to paint the Bentley, gold? Most have one and long another but I’ve had both And trust me, nothing changes that is bred in the bone. My poems are dark-loaded stones Skimmed across a thumbnail ocean…
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Stocktake
I have rationed out the last of my worthwhile orations Orisons to that creating latent which nameless remains Man and ivy alike That specimen which insists on crawling remains juvenile.
Alchemisland 