Category: Filí my pockets
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Funeral of a Friend
Fearless grief fleeing and spending me in company Tears falling fleet as frontliners, sheeting down to blot my collar My wife’s hand on my back lending succour Colour-bereft black column watching a bike wheel conjure white smoke as at a Pope’s election Directing my quill, tears salt my cheek in pink streaks You have arrived…
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages IV – Last Charge of the Ferrathian Glyders
They told no one their name that was not of their tribe It was I who slyly bribed their scribe, he saw I was not a rival but a learned man He could not speak it but took pen in hand and wrote it there on the animal-candied margin banding his annals Ferrathians of the…
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5DARKSTARS
I was born to a dark star, born to practise dark arts Other children found me scary I was inordinately hairy, I was shaved twice daily and still resembled a monkey Hirsute below my white communion suit, soul black as soot I consist solely of dark parts, I stalk dark parks where deer walk in…
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