Tag: mars
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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…
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Mars in Gemini
Mars in Gemini I do not march out No rogue samurai Moving carefully, slowly. I prise apart Who calls faint of heart Alexander, who marched The world known’s breadth And found it insufficient.
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‘Namage
Flicking through LP liner notes on a beanbag chair, pushing back thick vines of grease-plaited hair Imagines his drafted friends laughing, thinking him daft and soft, no chance he’d have survived there. His headphones are like a chopper pilot’s, two leather danishes bunning his face His hands, fortunately bloodless as Pilate’s, tap the record’s sleeve…
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Conflict
Did not sleep well last night Great din, gungaless, from the parlor Sherston’s mother communing with spirits Young Hamo dead at Gallipoli Did Eliott’s Aeschylus know him? Severely annotated copy of Goodbye To All That Melancholies of a fox-hunting man By war, Men harden Mars the sharpen Bard birther Mary Arden in Angland since Domesday.…
Alchemisland 