Tag: imagination
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Lover’s Declaration IV
Looking upon that frail image Of dashed innocence handsome Fractured armature obscene, needless casualty Why, Jove? Bleeding for loves which in actuality Divorced from lover fantasy Could never happen Young captains cut down standing Loaves never to leaven, for them heavengoing Like a crab crushed, rushed by gulls Never to grow to a man full…
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Delighting in flowers
Light foreboring columbines Mother in law’s tongue sharp, marbled Thorned knight the milk thistle A son of cursed Lambton. Stately elms housing owls Brocaded with striations Big pink bouquets of Stinking Billies For trenchant bully Orange William. In pale June Maylings still maere Gaunt and bare, as yet hairless In stolid boughs repose black bores…
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Century’s injurious end
With the climate unstable Impatient seasons do not stay long Or delay overlong Until humid, drooping crops rot Without fixity, fluxing winter lasts a half year. During feared summer Acid rains quicklime once-sylvan demesnes Jettisoned for grim, austere tenements Through cracks in a haunted stairwell Farsighted kids stare out, that perilous without None save death-doubting…
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Washing of feet
Chiropidal lavabo Feet are bathed Father clothed in Son Pedilavium almost pagan seeming On a poxy overcast Maundy Thursday Feet streaked with street debris, soiled Lint-smudged ankles sweaty from toil Kneeling to my appointment Hands purified with honey ointment Licking a doily’s corner Faecal matter, strands of hay Blood from glass, I wash away Whey…
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Why bother?
Why should I bother? No one knows My silent audience plauditless Along plodding, verb-bodied Grendel Tossing men verbosely across longhalls Howling ferociously, returning to my fen. When I go and poes no more flow from me Weeping policeman calmed at last When great heaped cone of my effort turns over to a draining funnel And…
Alchemisland 