Tag: poet
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ReturningSurf
Surf’s amazing but I’m here for Colonel Kurtz Surf eternal returning severed feet Witches collecting inexplicable chicken feet on a Cornwall beach Fossil record emblazoned in the ancient striation Like a giant had scraped it I’m naked. How long you been into black magic? Since Pan rode the Attic plain, as urn emblazons, dismaying Keats…
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Decade
We met, this year, ten years ago My broken heart more ardent with recent censure Your Highness in Scorpio My high ass neurotic Virgo Both of us furtive Venus in Virgo Explains why we go slow, escargot We are moated Norman castles In which float dead horses tasselled That Aoife is a keeper Still waters…