Tag: poetry
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Ripped bed
Though I, like Edward Carson, preached and prayed That they would together stay, the frayed skins I intended to employ in the beginnings of a joint Refused to appoint themselves gracefully, lick-anointed Like anthrax letters to all the badly behaved boys in Texas. She cat stretches a cataleptic’s spine Inducing a crack with falling rock…
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Where, the humming congregants?
The nascent vibration of what this place was In days of greater station. A place of greater safety Relief to the chased Relief to the chaste Released fro the grace. Gated now, its congregation negated by entertainment The games quell rebellion, as they are made to do. A more palatable upending, live tonight on BBC2.
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Brogue
To me Yanks have two kinds of voice Sounding either Yeehaw pistol or wistful Broken by TB-severed family ties One of lights, noise, luridness, blur, opportunity Another of low cairn graves on ghostly prairies Crosses unscathed by date or name Hacked hatefully at or bit bad by a snake hidden in one’s pack Fleeing hunger,…
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Threeskin reprieve
We scrimped together Enough for a scabby measure A blunt’s makings if you never say never Shaking out a scraped-vacant grinder’s faintest flakes Anything to escape feeling constantly chased. Constable haunted Dreams of wall vaulting, clearing lanes I adopt the Skating Minister’s posture Whip a cost-ya eighth out the pocket Have you plugged in, powerful…
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Starcarrier’s sad fragment
At rest My bones Innermost piping. At best My poems Middlemost climb Bedpost high only One eye alone descries Their broke fiddler tone. A finger stoneless What lingers of that no’d proposal. Somewhere voice-bare no one else goes there Fiery quiet, fair and admirably foliate Light roseate. Enfolding irises eye holding Yellow as Carcosa’s minaret’s…
Alchemisland 