Tag: words
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Elegy for Lower Orders
Yet elegies for lower orders orbis terrarum great appearing great when kneeling Suddenly grand rising, Easter morning the shelling ships Sackville Street sacking Strangling by redcoats, seething conscripts and worse the hating citizenry spat Constitutions grim the noble sacrificants. Votive selves, teachers poets oath takers Shot firers and by proxy letter burners, ran down ruined…
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Little Blind One Of The Grass
Feeling your way along well enough For the circling hawk like a ceiling fan At the roots of things, stoving clod, sleeves Itself into mud, swims bog and mire with ease Wading above waiting hawk wanton gold-feet Blind as lime-drowned Tommy your touch balances Supremely tactile, paw eyes and nose ears, taste of noise Swooping…
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Taking Under Advisement
Small, red-fleshed man sits Napoleon’s shoulder; destiny’s official Deigned command an Emperor, his missives success of missions, Ignore red man red fate endure, corpse of imminent boon grizzily hatcheted Russian factions lined like Risk troops, dice and action and warm jacketed. Breakfast chamber his tricorn tipped low, watery mush to the tip of the bowl…
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Dustology Dust Elegy
Downward now to get amongst it, downward fast like bored balloon, Choking dust and Polish names, rigged games in swinging saloons. Now as if on arrowback a straight shot through the hills, Clacking red railroad trucks like spy’s glasses spinning, Ol’ black red-wheel belching excess, blazered leatherbills steam the whistle Light thinning to less than…
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Craft
I – Old But Recent Craft I make pollicitations to cunning bards past, Place of old poets thy Parnassian pasts immortal Your past-prime virtues now victuals to vexers who make you victims of gaunt learning or love-chagrinning solar sojourns. In dissecting I seek to neither venerate nor eviscerate, My lancet taps ichor and flowing essential…
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