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Vision of Antique Province
Ptolemaic maps of Ireland, forts and shipeating cliffs Clothless bard kernes carving out vexing stone glyphs Satires they penned could legacies strip Women faming as chiefs and warriors, Corn kings denippled and drowned in pits The bog the bog that gives the fire, the bog with dead is rich Benbulben of the doors is the…
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Hobobituary
Rotten with Druids cider, ruckling out breathy rebel songs Rum ruddled rounded cheeks, angelsheet a bellthroat throng A house window teases warm light, warmer than any fire without; in there is where I belong. In fact this house is the house I bought. My son and I tossing ball, imploring him “go long” The door…
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Crafting Stars
Why specialise, obtain special eyes We need fewer yous and more like Is Isis the typist her husband the sunrise Highly prized the nicest jewel the nightsky’s Gygaxian dice toss, galaxian price loss Market drops on Neptune’s frost Ogygian guises and the feathers of Thoth. I need the heat I’m a desert sapper I’m ombrophobic,…
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Well Misspent
Brothers in traumatic blows, contusion and confusion We are in the shed on another session Gin-soaked Dionysian, nearing obsession Barely 20 but sickly, 20 Benson daily, with eyes of a veteran Confession easier in retrospect, distinctive lack of self respect and whose impressed Everything hazy a shadowplay, only rudest faintest impression Off my head like…
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