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Where are you?
Overwritten save Her, assuredly, in her usual place, only different, replaced; Her body a listed vacancy Her given soul a guest Flaying December, duress. Months without undressing. Vagrancy. In her spacious eye’s emptiness, Swinging cats, Shotput stance, Encountering no resistance.
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Poetry making wound
I am here, my fractured mind. The page still plain, Me, in wait beside the bait Praying, that words will be captured after a time; That something to match my mood can be made However rudely, however vain, however distasteful. On and on and on, until a tennis ball dawn’s Drawn on a saunter-haunted floor,…
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A sense of something new
Winter fades like Vicar blacks hardwater washed to washy grey Spring yet evades, day 28 of hatefully punctual rain A painful time to be a drain That Spring in my step you promised post didn’t show as yet I made a poor Christmas host; overdoped, low fuel, oppressively looming Christbirth eve night, whichever corner’s least…
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Dragonslayer
Silver such that Sigurd saw When he Fafnir slew, no more the blue-black dragon flew batlike Beyond his valley’s sanction Setting fire to thatches, all backlaunched sorties he sorely dispatched With swordclaw and gulletflame His nostrils like flame-fed flues no more blew out fire, famed Fafnir died. The hero tore out the spear That he…
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An vision I had of the end of humanity, which stole my appetite
In fitful sleep and frightening waking dreams Visions of children screaming Crowds streaming through fissures in palisades King ears bent to hear what blatant schemers say Green given to grey, fields unto graves Around healing houses lofty railings raised, barring the saved Only curs and beaten slaves live unchanged in this changing age The wheel’s…
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