Tag: art
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On the fringe
Of what can I boast? Health to whom none will toast A worthless person, worse by the toke My dispersing purse and erstwhile hope. I am nursed by the castaways of merchants My emergence makes them nervous My clothes are mouldy and need detergent Living the life of an urchin Or an army deserter, only…
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Holding court
Deep, gravitous speech like a priest He the husbandman who checks the cheek-hue of east each evening We his sheep girdled fan-fashion about his fashionably unfashionable feet Like children seated upon the cerise knee’d lap of a gift-giving beard laughterful Yet feared, his list updated yearly like a menacing tax-tyrant’s bible of tithable denizens.
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Our lady of the cinders
She’s the only one for me Her singular soul a source Left one rose Blood dripped from her nose This one’s a sniffer, spends all her dole On single glass slippers Hoping the Prince won’t notice, witness How she kneels as if asking forgiveness in the shop of a priest, sinless. Got the bends in…
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Salted beautiful
Across the table She blocks a shot, as only lacrosse players are able Decisions to make like the end of an episode of First Dates Menu perusal offers a flimsy stasis; The man I scored against during our Christmas truce Tomorrow I will aim blow away. This month, too many stars in Mars to avoid…
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A yellow heath
The yellow glow of rude health Dried blood barcodes my face Colourless all red, save slight eyewhite Like a patch of grass-pocked snow in a ditch the sun never hits I live there and always will Stem which never wilts finally gives. If I scream she will think me less manly and I will leave…
Alchemisland 