Tag: poems
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Murmurs from the end
Skies disguised as oceanbottoms No more Everest corpse blue. Missile scorched Two left tube three this morning at twelve past two Troupe two, troop corps nine reporting for duty Static, even the emergency channels. Scanning. Keep scanning. No recordings on repeat like television had imagined Survivors report to this beach or that base within reach…
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Dirty secret
Nowadays admitting you’re a poet’s like Telling someone you were IRA back in the day A dirty secret whose telling betrays altogether too much of the true shape, Or that you had a teenage girlfriend back, quote, when the going was good, People look at you strangely, as well they should; The poet like bowyer…