Tag: poetry
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The Unplanned Sun
You can have ties that bind Or goodbyes all the time; Robert Graves’ sand-drawn line. In my mind Her licked thumb perfecting my patina Gina tying my tie before I went out with a Pope-due fuss Someone mutters to instant hush Candles on guttering-cusp widen like o’erfed childs Sound-roused, back to the line Having been…
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Many reports of spirit sightings since the city fell
A dead horse’s head, flak-flensed Wide-eye like a fish sight lens Wreathed in supernatural blueberry flames Leant against a gate, like a no-tautness workman on cigarette break A ghostcoloured girl singing a strained lullaby in a ruin-shaded lane She wheels forth and back in the customary rhythm of relaxation A one-wheeled pram razed to its…
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Hooded men seen walking the streets during air raids
All straights contorted Bombs stripped away the paint to the boards You’ll all recall ignoring calls to address the border hordes Effaced like writing on a wind-facing grave Most of the skin cladding her face Her Claddagh ring melted, its gold made a minor lake The white bones like the fate knowing tokens of a…
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Brittletoes at the stompdance
Steel ticker drinking lean by the litre Meal ticket, real millions, meeting elites to talk ether prices Queen named Aoife wearing pleated fox, don’t mean Mozilla Jewels sewn into frocks, soon the fruition; the yield; the lot. Mille wristed, biscuit acquired but scarred wrists from risking Shake blunts have me real shifty, I do it…
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How old?
I know what it means When he takes his lancet out Roll up my shirtsleeves, sit down No one frowning or crying out Soundproofing drowns all those sounds out Sea replacing all ground now All ground down to powder Expired empires marked now by dirt mounds.
Alchemisland 