Tag: poem
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Rash
Stagger up and split the dice in two Roll to you with eyes cast left away Gardens kept under ceilings of blasted glass The small of your back reels to Botecceli- fully clothed // Oysters and hives and sweat Signatures too, held up in the pen you’re surprised I keep Hear me now in haze…
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Margaretha: Eye of the day
Teacher, How quick the winds in Java How blunt the blows And how deep the sea that closed your body round // Burnished in naught but a shield Impervious to so much of their poison. And to fear- in the end // Blow a kiss to the line Double back over legs that brought and…
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Bombyx mori
I cannot rage against the dying of the light- rage against the tide the callous or the morning // Early doors, she the veiled beauty glides Black silk in ribbons over palest skin And the dimple of a hip joint. the finest fingers veritably ravel back unto the spool. // Essence, fury, love, and loss…
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Movement of the young
Harden under foot as it begins to smell like a home Not of familiarity But of cum and bone and light- I so often squint under the new sun // punctuated by another shifting, a year spaced by twin pairs of parallel rubbered scuffs and a ravenous housing market Laced walks with eyes cast down…
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Wrung
The stench of it sickens the worms And the pull draws mountains and men Reimagined tranquility Down to your knees in it // I’d drown in it Gladly die in it Something else, innit // But for a curl and a dream and a whim Build up breeze blocks Bury the magnets in piles of…
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Inheritance
Step 1: Stuffy pent up waiting and fuzz Curled in the corner railing Some cage-bound cosmic chimp sans chain Same key: XXX Ad infinitum Hamlet, some other poor fuck’s problem // 1 year- 9 month- 1 week Chips off the block Sorry, Pa Mustn’t be easy To see the same chafing pendulum Step 12: Swing…
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tchotchke
Wire thin up and springy at angles space here through twisted coil Hardened and bent by the frame // To throw the knot with another Overlap and hook and tangle Tough in learned recoil Unto malleable assemblage and chucks with softer edges // Sing amidst kilns and porcelain wildcats And jump in the city of…
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Silva Regis
Upon the throne of epistemology Fixed. postured. Grave center of orbit and web // I reside here, too But transfixed in benighted groves ringed in steepest rock. // the dark- proud and anxious fawn Chased by the dogs of unknown masters // Through gaps you’ve been seen However blurred in movement And altered by heated…
The Humdrum Epicurean 