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Afterlife
As I lay in my bed Watching trees sway Sweeping thought away At cogency’s cusp Images of rare potency Quare exothiques, phantasy I wonder about the grave Which awaits the made On their way to be created Great Mason, increate Wicked, wise, hidden, limnal Many will slake from the Lethe Not in my case Weaving…
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Beach what?
Peachskinned beach Each wing couple-coloured Bruised purples fainting to dustpuddle turquoise Martyr reds All light’s guises and guiles, conniving Cormorants diving like church-blasted comets into vomit green seas seething rabid inches beyond the paddling feet Arms aloft greeting dawn as it’s shot Everyday Dublin drawn different Indifferent goers, native indigents Dizzying array of singular instance…
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Desertion Before Actium
Elven lemon sky Ionian Sea Roman killing Roman, Juno’s griefful heaving stirred seas Flux disease and desertion distilled Antony’s ranks to truest champions Still they reckoned a reckonable force Skipper swearing fingers to his lips whffffphhhs signalling swift ship’s arrival Assuring no rival lyingly flies friendly flags, wolf in sheepen rag Long boathook like snake-choking…
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Love, Bastard Love
Love’s language bruised plum purple prose Prudent also, eyes to future Tensed knee blessings Greedy piety dreaming riches teeming Love-fettered arrows sent at love-denying breast, impressing good sense Sentence mended not by mere sentences Pittance of grace leant loved heart hearing true word dearly meant Lifetime spend pursuing ending More amazing by half journeys. Men…
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Mr Barr of Scotland and What he has Planted
Mr Barr of Scotland Reputable planter whose hands tease blooms such rare leaves that all agree he aboves all others leagues He asks assistance seeking that upon life’s marker at death primroses planted be Favour he xanthine o’er green, that which like bee’s brighter half hued That which like a calf thought smiling and daft…
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