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POOR BARD
His prose tries hard, one feels Insisting upon itself His odes and poems groanful No sprezzatura, spreads himself thin on the page Self-assurance bordering on arrogant impiety His efforts like overslathered mustard travel up one’s nose Operose and onerous.
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Death the Stalker
Following as up to Carlow Shadow seen often in my parlour Pallor pallid, taciturn manner even placid He acid which substance reducts at touch Black-cloaked mystical soul movement Tedious tasks of plainly-bored immortals Like a gaol cell wall on which martyrs have scrawled names and droll missives asking rebellion and censure’s erasure His scored countenance lesion-legioned…
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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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