Tag: poetry
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What occupies me
What’s for you doesn’t pass you by I would explore you while the world I set before you was set on fire The unsaid makes my ire too easy I am the wounded lion trying to bite Androcles Waving the paper my capers have defiled Nothing I do ever feels right. I write, producing nothing…
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Gladeblush
A meagre field lung gunge coloured and treeless, wall skirted Through bored curtain I stepped broadly certain here She slept; Full of bird-planted foxgloves, peonies like regency skirts upcrept Ungallantly by hands ringwed Her gated bed need-to-wring wet Me sing aloud what we could not turn around and say.
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Drug medleys – II
Wristflick this Blick’s got Shergar horsekick A whore’s sick who’s kicking horse indoors Chavs and spides and dole life types queueing outside my door Rosy wines a one-eyed prophesier pours. I am Bosie to her Wilde The worst vices I implore their swift trial. With a comb’s unwitting violence Imposes upon my coke-bridled nose her…
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Mood’s milk
At once I wept, seeing that incredible web Kept so well. Ring-depth dipped finger purity test Abreast the restless dead, I press the dead for news of what’s ahead The gallery of nudes toward which I am led Forces my eyes to my shoes The salary of abuse this incommunal mood Incommunicable, dreadful, my blueness…
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By an oft-sprayed bay window she played a nameless Beethoven
Her dainty fingers denture white venture flighty Across a pricey Steinway’s elephantine phrases The air tastes of careless lace, first editions Spice laced, the rosy studio of Wilde, welcome seditions The piper, the rats, the limehouse mist At Sandyford, the chance she called last I missed like a lanyarded drunkard his Saggart-ward train, Alas the…
Alchemisland 