Tag: poet
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Time slows when a bottle’s dropped
Silence breaks silencingly like a dropped Bollinger bottle Screaming, throttling the shoulders of one stubborn old goat The old Full Throttle me is past prime Now I am a ghost who rhymes. Smashed wine end to silence Let us return to that fate-forced moment Which for many a worry-fraught sojourn have I feared, lost in…
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COUNTING
Loops in belts Loops I’m repeating like prayers before bed Strong compelled, praying this crazy is equally felt I intend to play the cards as dealt Until my stack’s the table’s biggest, forcing other players to smelt Wedding rings to pay the ting. Accepting shirts and shoes as well. Can’t remember when or whether I…
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Broken lift
I refuse to say what Orwell would, and advises we should, convey in one sentence I am a Tennyson and length is my way However penniless are left those who this path take Rapidly dispatched are the savaging papers The niblike point of a me-trained rapier They read my work with a would-be rapist’s sharkish…
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Spell for Wealth
Only pure burnt spud dark expunges what I’ve done I am the armoured shark Who swims the pissy sea of the sun Belly full of license plates and surfer’s arms. Night lunges like an unsighted tiger I know what must be done But generous stars must be in place Before the knife can be plunged.
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Foliage
Ox-eyed at her foxlike Her flight-tossed hair Was hawk’s eye or bauxite and was like A honeysuckle jaundice-budded hugging a citadel of exhausting height. Above a Dublin flooded, struggling to stay above History’s weight, unphrased love’s doveshape hovers. Creation is never phased but the man is brittle as a manifestation; What man can a kingdom…
Alchemisland 