Tag: poet
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Cher’s Nap
Gave Cher my windowseat Such heat her cheek melted Now she’s Marv from Sin City Used be pretty now circus freak To marvel at.
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Pressure
Slammed as if by hammers All at once collapsing glamours. Words purging Urged from wells whose ends delve near Hades Twelve men died taking soundings, never found ground Handy dying underground, save few crowns on a coffin My words are teeth Let them sink in Heed this, thin-thinker No one cares whatcha say on LinkedIn…
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Scooping out my royal guts
Downward the doctor’s hand Lancet’s direction A widening striation My eyes held wide, whiteredded Weeping in confination Buttons of my body opened Blood oceans out Breached peach of cut flesh Whales of my selves beaching Cells each whole and part Great things happened here once. Threaded back together empty Readied for cerecloth I begged them…
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Following you to the mansion
Going where tens go Old manse far out, hillcarved in golden countryside On a cold night walking up its gravelled drive, long cars driving by Descried by drivers, described liberally as an Irish As if my thickness represented us all God forbid. Pilots first disembark Marking stones with Dunnes finest spat’s soles Distinguished guests alight…
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Bounding after everafter bound
Trailing you like a dog-seen scent A shadow leant animation, enamoured by caster You alabaster in stillness, cheetah fleet or faster Your feet soundless, printing no tattoo, water Through the forest and I follow Chagrinning rutting harts Scattering unblinking hinds Chewing the cud of my bitter defeats Bleeding into my inkwell, ichor-riven odes.
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