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Who needs another description of night?
Niche, my sheesh-provoking teachings have narrow reach, low yield “They” police my preaching but I’m still breaching Each release a rocket screeching Bleaching even the blackest evening Thousands of stars I could see; Cocaine remnants sprinkled across a switched off tablet screen. Moon like turned eggs all Yellow flecked white.
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The last picture
Lightning flashes Like a flasher’s camera On the date of his capture Plans carefully made suddenly unravel Hidden pasts given up naturally, Time’s way of caring. The light from the bolt divorced the victim’s last picture From a night alike a whiteless knight’s colt’s black coat. In a dirty alley, his curt life ended badly…
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The secret of sitting for portraits
Sitting for courtly portraits Hours unmoving, some find torturous I slink off, go somewhere else, you see Escape through a portal into outer Me Gateless, without palisades No corners, shapes or names Where elephants, grapes, bridges, hadrosaurs and regretted days Are each one and one the same; A place where is and is not shame…
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DECOR
Pillared gates await those who visit or hope to escape. Vast estate, bought paid, primarily peopled by vaches Grasses grazed by handsome herds of Jersey and Guernsey cattle. My hand shaped this land to something stately as well as shapely All my demesne arranged suchlike. Lip splutters What raises blood in others to me does…
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STATUECRUMBLR
Took a trip to Bath as part of my masonic passage My patron lends his patronage, boosting me up the ranks I’m rushing like tanks over sandbags, across no man’s land Toward my thirty third degree, wiser man than me Decreed this the age of adulthood, when all childhood flees Freed of youth, the form…
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