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Author of Apocalypse
Let eagles skyward my charnel at dying Let he who proffers chaoses, who in pockets paws impending apocalypses Who in a locket confines the scroll sporting the day and hour no man knows He is the Word which all men know, of which Joyce wrote first folio chapter In which Shakespeare the man is unmasked…
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DEATH, BORED
Watching timered grains between columns spiralling When the last retires, he life’s timer recycles Empty egg hosts brood nested awaiting entry by hireling psyche Some are given souls of beggars, others valorous high kings But in rendering, at tithe’s taking, at tide’s last licking, at lake lady’s last gladius alofting All are thin arriving ragged…
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Mythical Birds Nesting, mind’s cornea
Wave-calming Halcyons at solstice gathering nest needfuls Gold-breasted, breasting waves, unequal in flight Elegance’s minion, corsairs at sea, a courtier In bobbing nests speckled eggs like dirty angel hems inside which hulk birds unlike those seen in our climes, in our time Gargantuan avians which cloth ways from Libya to Argus Arabia to Swabia in…
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HEWKER
Tonight I will visit a tib First, a tipple Dripping amber drink, enfolding sap Gold-fleeced sheep’s rippling hair Flesh’s ink my digging nib sinks into Go slowly with me, Monto’s most innocent soul Epipsychidion, lost tribe Midian claiming descent from Abraham Taking clam handfuls, dandy plootered on hop-sud dram, self balm Bloom hand of hidden…
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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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