Tag: poem
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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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Scent of the resurrected
In miasmic waves, like orgasm multiplied Scents such as waft from corpse caves As at Bethany of the saved Lord, he stinketh in ways Which a peony nosegay little ‘suades.
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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…
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Poetry is fucked, not dead
Ovid for the Covid epoch Bard-throated, in word coated Sadly born now poetry is over Once open’d door, sweet dulcify The lie sweetest smelling in telling Now closed forever, a sewn mouth.
Alchemisland 