Tag: poet
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Smelling the past
Scent memory’s brother Indeed, smothering scent you send lends pensievity Teased at sense level, to ecstasy hastened A tickling feather zigzagging a wrist’s inners where a bracer strip fastens You are a pleasant nosegay Keyring, slipgate to memory place Vast unfixed estate Waging war against the state of myself.
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Album
Get this A night you went out More photographs thereof Than of entire centuries Before photography’s Invention.
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Lost holidays
Feasts to Saints whose names and graces we cannot say Time when day is not day but night lambent Star-tampered sky which Tamburlaine slept below enhancing To full lightness before the woad-pied day Suffering ecstatic vision A great division as at day’s erection, waters imprisoned Above and below, chthonic bodies and heavenly stow.
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Witches on the strand collecting ritual rudiment
Acrid smoke the witch’s alembic bubbling opal High prizing simulacrum, correlate with a victim On the beach before dawn in wintertime Hauling logs seaweed-spined several miles To the furthest skull-strewn span of deeded land. Visiting stars insistent, dead the hands who lit them Liminal vignette’s trippy nipple coloured sky, tides fried cerulean By insistent centrifugal…
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Reading passions well
Trapped, that passion’s surfeit volatile Like a Nile in manner Going going going Overflowing suddenly Toys outthrowing Boy at tantrum Nile painted red They fled Actium When Antony needed them. In the underworld, aspersions receipted In seatless eternity Nuzzled by nailed cudgel Nudged by spiked mace Blow-bent below Hole-riddled feet Of thorncrowned Martyrs Storming crow…
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