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Couplingscent
I smell it like spilled spirits Her room’s telling lyrics hinted ribaldries One last pyrrhic tryst. A final taste of her dribbled electricity. One glass of fear-fearing milk I kill to muster the silken steel She requires from me. A choir of words potent magically Spoken over a glyph spoked seal from Solomon’s psalter Confined…
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Foliage
Ox-eyed at her foxlike Her flight-tossed hair Was hawk’s eye or bauxite and was like A honeysuckle jaundice-budded hugging a citadel of exhausting height. Above a Dublin flooded, struggling to stay above History’s weight, unphrased love’s doveshape hovers. Creation is never phased but the man is brittle as a manifestation; What man can a kingdom…
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The cure
Hours and days In arrested daze Induced some hitherto-glueshut effusive In shooting, rooting May’s replacement A statue living on the fumes of stale praise Long idle, at apathy’s sanction Can find with time ample pride even in rust I want us To smash all the idols That we might Bridle the dust. The tide can…
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Wading moonvision
So bright one might Think anointed king’s coins Upon one’s lidded eyes foist; The choiceless moon Spoon hued, lullaby-voiced Melted spatula silver Her thrilling vernacular was live magic spectacular, delivered perfectly Judged earnestly, with the quick and enviable courtesy of a Pericles. Exaggerated, vernal, purple-saturated, speculum cold, and infernal Always-told the tale she lived; nailed…
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Sunishment
How cruelly blazes the lazymaking sun upon wayward sons Built for throwing haymakers, one armed bail tossers While the sun shines the Irish will make hay, bossless But they will do anything asked if the demander sounds a toff Called tossers at home, here we are credited as workers to bone Foam’s deadly toss; the…
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