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Light garden symphony IV
Forth from furrow with force, expansive gorse spanned with stabbing thorns White roses in bright rows like light workers reposed in votive poesy, Yorksworn Beautiful under any name but all beauty sporting thorns, the horns of Cernunnos Discerned in the torn, worn, crumpled, wrinkled workwear of the gardener Herne Hunter Employed here since he was…
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Light garden symphony III
Requisition by growing things, land’s reacquisition Tin roof suffused with suffocating kudzu in the fullness of its zombie bloom It looms over everything, fastening like a glue to the fixtures Until it is the only texture, it dies in winter but next year is revisited Phalanxes of axe-headed plants finance the verdant assault Silent violence,…
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Light garden symphony II
A rosemary sprig a meal fixture, pink pigworts And openbook celandine like a child’s impression of a flower Midnight fruit lowhanging brought to my waiting fangs My pangs bridled, if only for a while Fire filled sefirot rotting on coffinwood branches, Spring reclaiming Lanterns sprouting gaily, shoots upshooting like backward comets Winter-blanched branches and boughs…
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Caution
Never slip, like I checked for a banana Never slips, like I glued on the bandana I don’t need no route planner I just follow you, shadow Go where I know you are and stand up Barely see through shattered windscreen Mind’s gone To the dogs Mine’s gone Won’t return Won’t be in touch Used…
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