Tag: poetry
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Crackedjarheart
Fry day Start the day with a slapdash fry up breakfast Crack eggs first Shells spiderwebbing against bowl rim Giving with little resistance, spilling out Into the oily pan slick it slides formless Sizzling, gaining colour as it warms Toast, rounds of toast That the rack can go around twice and still boast slices Butter…
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Relics of dawner days
Keepsakes of days you want to remember Though you’re sure you’d recall them anyway A ticket stub fondled to illegibility The only one you ever felt was eligible You didn’t know whether she felt it herself You didn’t think to ask Because you’re selfish So you thought of yourself In all things saw yourself So…
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Stars laughing
Madness of dogs Glory-hogging stars, boxes full of faraway Grenfell fires Burning churches of a bell-less age, fateful as starfall these strange days Cards fanned prophetically across the table’s forked-clay velvet coverlet A palm extended expectant, silver slapped like cash-strapped Judas Recalls fates, later days, marital arrangements Pertinent dates, whether death awaits Faraway or closer…
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shitsea
Water the colour, smell and thickness of fresh manure Minus the bit of warmth that makes it endurable Land’s incurable ailments pale and fade upon sailing Nothing to a soul failing braces like leaning on the railing Feeling the healing spray on one’s face, losing sight of the bay Further out, further like a stray…
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fall1n
Take that it’s faceflat Floor of a mate’s flat Acme trap, flat as that Flat as a yoga mat Face white as low fat yoghurt Everyone there was frozen Thinking I’d gone to open-armed Odin Most took one two most, I gobbled a dozen My stomach was rumbling, it was hot as an oven Ask…
Alchemisland 