Tag: poem
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Southside Childhood
When I was a kid, we used to jump into a bush We called it the bouncy bush, passing give a push To a pal I get eczema when I stress itches like thrush Skin blotches up one shade off ketchup I scrape away layers like Shliemann’s dynamite until the raw sheens The treasures of…
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Second House
When you speak What you don’t know Falls like fall snow Beneath your snout You seek and sneak and eke out You are a ghost inside my house A false knowing A pallbearer when it’s snowing Lifting the palled coffin with no emotions showing His pale face, his cough-soured mouth White as a winter lotus,…
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Withstands
Force eases nothing which kindness could not eke out Tender words leant fly a million miles Dismissiveness breeds myriad guiles Force pleases nothing save own strength Thinks nothing of a bloodringed mouth. Like rulers thinks lengths, of holdings and tenure Strength lends itself understanding I am but natural self upperhanding When meagre flesh cuts iron…
Alchemisland 