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Wished eyeless
To be blind the scholar’s fate A polymath now, a Polyphemus later During satyr ages that unmixed wine taker was made glad of undeafness. Hard-ridden eyes in greyness rise, that is age’s tithe. Yon Cannot Scribe who being blind made callous Upbraids his wife who as maiden he praised, now appraised his typist A timely…
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Colourmix
Lacing papers, taming agent’s taper flamed, inhale the vapours Go through the day with my nail file I am facing a strife-stabbed life of breaking iron Closing maidens nail-lined Laden silence, nail biting Languid sloth paces I find grinding Snail like, pervasive maiden quiet Bitten too many times; when a hand extends I shy from…
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Eggs
I always said I’d have kids With the right person Of course One receives No such certainties All good things Are leased Are courtesies Something in me surfaces when I see her My brushed desire cedar height from seed at her teasing sea’s seething Other ways await By my fleeting cursive; by the lancet sharp…
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What occupies me
What’s for you doesn’t pass you by I would explore you while the world I set before you was set on fire The unsaid makes my ire too easy I am the wounded lion trying to bite Androcles Waving the paper my capers have defiled Nothing I do ever feels right. I write, producing nothing…
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Gladeblush
A meagre field lung gunge coloured and treeless, wall skirted Through bored curtain I stepped broadly certain here She slept; Full of bird-planted foxgloves, peonies like regency skirts upcrept Ungallantly by hands ringwed Her gated bed need-to-wring wet Me sing aloud what we could not turn around and say.
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