Tag: poet
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Colourmix
Lacing papers, taming agent’s taper flamed, inhale the vapours Go through the day with my nail file I am facing a strife-stabbed life of breaking iron Closing maidens nail-lined Laden silence, nail biting Languid sloth paces I find grinding Snail like, pervasive maiden quiet Bitten too many times; when a hand extends I shy from…
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Eggs
I always said I’d have kids With the right person Of course One receives No such certainties All good things Are leased Are courtesies Something in me surfaces when I see her My brushed desire cedar height from seed at her teasing sea’s seething Other ways await By my fleeting cursive; by the lancet sharp…
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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…
Alchemisland 