Category: Filí my pockets
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Eggs
I always said I’d have kids With the right person Of course One receives No such certainties All good things Are leased Are courtesies Something in me surfaces when I see her My brushed desire cedar height from seed at her teasing sea’s seething Other ways await By my fleeting cursive; by the lancet sharp…
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What occupies me
What’s for you doesn’t pass you by I would explore you while the world I set before you was set on fire The unsaid makes my ire too easy I am the wounded lion trying to bite Androcles Waving the paper my capers have defiled Nothing I do ever feels right. I write, producing nothing…
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Gladeblush
A meagre field lung gunge coloured and treeless, wall skirted Through bored curtain I stepped broadly certain here She slept; Full of bird-planted foxgloves, peonies like regency skirts upcrept Ungallantly by hands ringwed Her gated bed need-to-wring wet Me sing aloud what we could not turn around and say.
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Drug medleys – II
Wristflick this Blick’s got Shergar horsekick A whore’s sick who’s kicking horse indoors Chavs and spides and dole life types queueing outside my door Rosy wines a one-eyed prophesier pours. I am Bosie to her Wilde The worst vices I implore their swift trial. With a comb’s unwitting violence Imposes upon my coke-bridled nose her…
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Mood’s milk
At once I wept, seeing that incredible web Kept so well. Ring-depth dipped finger purity test Abreast the restless dead, I press the dead for news of what’s ahead The gallery of nudes toward which I am led Forces my eyes to my shoes The salary of abuse this incommunal mood Incommunicable, dreadful, my blueness…
Alchemisland 