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Players Please
Skeleton finger hands limbering up above piano keys Attained by degrees these masteries Black and white in rank and file she prods songs from chess pieces Keratin traces every face along its length, rousing scales She plays one handed Her profiled eye like a sunfish side winks, old romantic Head nodding in drugged emphasis Another…
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Yellow Rose
She grows that garden rose Grows without control Sweet smells climb up my nose Everything goes on under my nose Without my knowing. She is a rose Her billowing robe flows like abundant sap Chinese female gold, her dress is yellow orpiment Her shift in yellow also, gem of the orchard She is a scorching…
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Garden Foxes
Early just this morning I woke from sleep to see A fox stole from my garden the skull of a sheep Perhaps to Hamlet over, returned it to their keep A trench-veined garden allotment up the street In April and May, all night they scream and screech With child or for a mate, the fox…
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Crust Punk Scene
Thinking back to my days as a crust punk It was cans everyday before I smoked skunk Looking back can’t imagine what she thought, mum I smoked, screamed, pierced myself and battered drums All my mates over all the time doing what they couldn’t At home, always people explored shadows they normally wouldn’t Around me,…
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Do You Think Anyone Noticed?
You’re back and everything I lacked in your absence snaps back like a bent twig Or a thumb-racked elastic band Captain Beefheart’s Magic Band wrote my backing track, penned my heart song Dying is quick and the living’s long, my heart is quickening like a marching throng Whistling Martian songs conquering shellfalls approaching the battle…
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