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Light on the water at night
A crocus bulb of wave-striated light guttered on the water like the last of Greek fire, Idiot child moon sick after gorging Vomiting madness, ghost light, and powerful waves, Werewolves.
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Elegy for Lower Orders
Yet elegies for lower orders orbis terrarum great appearing great when kneeling Suddenly grand rising, Easter morning the shelling ships Sackville Street sacking Strangling by redcoats, seething conscripts and worse the hating citizenry spat Constitutions grim the noble sacrificants. Votive selves, teachers poets oath takers Shot firers and by proxy letter burners, ran down ruined…
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Little Blind One Of The Grass
Feeling your way along well enough For the circling hawk like a ceiling fan At the roots of things, stoving clod, sleeves Itself into mud, swims bog and mire with ease Wading above waiting hawk wanton gold-feet Blind as lime-drowned Tommy your touch balances Supremely tactile, paw eyes and nose ears, taste of noise Swooping…
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Bat
Leather wings alights his loft, Belfry undercroft, cornice oft Leaping post to oceanic night. Sycamores, swerves its smiting, Night knights him, friezes him; Purple cathedral silhouette, dream of canons. Roost of rooks once corbels called shamans gothic feeling within, Day’s summit impassive opulence, heighting height hoisting light higher. Dives then lies flat to branch undersides,…
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Coughing Fit
Spasmracked lungs ransacked air’s collection sacks sapped and blacked, Tar attacks the tubes and life’s Beaufort strength is lowered, hump-backed With coughing, tense with contractions like mare birthing. Less coughed but hacked, Like a cat sick of hirsute innards, hyucked retched, held the walls of the jacks At 3 AM then slank back to bed…
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