Tag: writer
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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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Old Home
Until a corset lattice his patchwork of woundsHate from his masters skincarved entombed.Squaw with a tattooed face a sympathy of scars,A conspiracy of damaged souls, a pledge to daring Mars;Aries strength through blood invoke,Crimson moon their wish bespoke.Lo, a lifetime’s placidity seemt loathsome when they woke!Frothing eager the wode pair rode,Two graves dug in vengeance…
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Spiders Dreams
My father made a pleasure dome in some mad Victorian fervour He began with plants and stones until it extended further and further Beyond crude palisades of hearty piled stones Near a pansy-shored meander, where a spider makes his home. ‘Tween mossy stone and cloudy bank in a web of gossamer spun This spider sits…
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Chewtonic
Join the army I can’t hear Universal Soldier make a necklace of my ear Johnny get your gun, the shootings not done Descending a long hall, the sticky sweat of fear In it for the long haul, designed by Albert Speer Sitting in what was your office, sitting in what is your coffin On your…
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Bedfellows
Postered walls no postered bed, it isn’t Balmoral Goldfish finds Atlantis in a reef of plastic coral Fairy lights blue the tank but the old water is sorrel Sorry to the fish inside I find that immoral But now is not the time for quarrel Cold to the touch a frost giant’s sprog I imagine…
Alchemisland 