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• Brumal Hymns

  We left a fire reduced to ashes Clumps of crumpled gift wrapping, snapped crackers Half-finished wine glasses, Santa’s gifts of biscuits and Guinness on the windowsill The good silver, the fine china, the piano’s white keys shining with recent touch The musk of gaiety, the carols seeming to linger beyond the singer Ah, the fates…

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• Walkies?

  Knees Fixes to collar the clip of the lead Master craning Freeing from a ring where wax macks hang the reigns Rain detouring the casement little deterrent Defiant little terrier knows what happens come half past five When arriving master fits bridle.

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• Comradeship

  That hungry hound expectant stare, staring upstairs toward the landing The North room of his master Where a single lantern acts as day’s ward, a pale flaming sword sought to frame the familiar male face smilingly descending  A palm upraised frustrates the canine’s ascent, but he has the scent His Lord’s proper actions thwart direction’s…

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• POEM FACTORY

  Walk into the office steaming, sleek oily demon Stroll into the treasonous boardroom, ignorant of honesty Pigs prostrate at the trough of profits Strange prayers offered in the prophetless open-air church of want Product-hawking moguls parading college-aged odalisques Swallow back what tastes like vomit From last night’s tequila cointreau abominate Slam my fist upon the…

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• Why Eyed A Wake

  All the sheep I need to count to sleep bounced, they’re asleep in the big house Not a mouse; not a peep throughout the keep, save windswept leaves  Dragged along barbican flags, my shackled hands inherit keys Freed, I release myself Fleeing my dank dwelling, leaving for sweet freedom A beacon the sucked sweet moon…

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