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Smashed at Actium
Gold much in Egypt Gods older than the foam which drank Atlantis Arch fantasist whose phantom hand called up every flower He toward whom all followers tend eventually Ear lender whose housing lobes empathic eternal paternal tenderness At disposal every power, every rotad hour known to he Oldest When ceaseless cleansing rains started, the heart…
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Stormbound Any Port’ll Suffice
Navvies with pole rot giving knee tremblers to cotton-rogued dollies dockside Hempen hawser holds rocking boat Houario, who by morning hears Iberian arias and by evening thumbs claddagh rings in Irish bars Humping harder chasing little bardo Whore spends poundful hours pounded by Horatio, heave-hoe a drop of Nelson’s blood and he’s ready to go…
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Weight of Mind Weight of Mine
Thought-distended mind of mine, is there no end; no funeral-knelling bell Balrog-housing mine, tomb of Balin son of Fundin Warmed to a mull, the mulling agent bubbles like rice boiling the Asian Potato I say so Mug updrunked eclipsed the sun, sulking in my cups, sullen sulcus succour-seeking Will no one cheer the King, soul-sucking…
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Cleaning the Church
Chapelein in apple green cleaning the chapel Vestibules signalling foliate spring festival A capful of rum in pineapple punch he took at luncheon, unburdening him of learned trenchancy Lending him confidence enough to pen off a sentence, he has never been much for entrances Preferring exits Entranced by orders and oaths of office, saint’s bones…
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