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March 2012
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In a Minute I will Talk
i……. (my shortest ever poem)
Mar 12th
Pillowed Boat Fish
Just siiiink into the bed Let sleep swallow us whole Sweet viscose love, a thickness Slick trickling through my soul Come sleep. Come dream. Come empty room I lie here awaiting your consume Begone my thought. Begone my fight. Just drift me on a raft of night.
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February 2012
5 posts
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January 2012
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December 2011
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November 2011
5 posts
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Nov 12th
The Mists of Niagara
What do I do when I get out of the bath and I’m not clean? When my illness still carries my scent on its skin My feelings are not the ones I have chosen My mood can’t seem to open its wings Where do you go when you are sinking into drowning? Where are you now that you are floating on despair I have a rope that could float on this ocean of saline But do you want to be dragged...
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October 2011
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September 2011
4 posts
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Sep 17th
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The Bent Straits of Gibraltar
Bit of poem background required on this one. You need to go 1250 years forward in time to a warm rocky peninsular on the southern tip of Spain Just north of the Africa coast, where attitudes differ somewhat from today……….. At seventeen I view these seas And craggy short arsed land Through the eyes that I believe Are those of a full grown man But then a recollection tickles me;...
Sep 14th
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Sep 9th
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Give it up for the Evil Genius
It’s the banks, it’s the banks, it’s the banks No it’s us It’s the Tories, it’s the Tories No it’s us It’s the Terrorist, it’s the Corporations No, it’s just us It’s the Anarchists Nope you’re far from there Let’s happily survey this whinging Western panarama Not batten down our eyelids to this lashing Eastern...
Sep 6th
August 2011
7 posts
Word Down
Fingers tapping on phones through youthful bones Dead voices hang bunting The buzzing bus continues unaware That the war on speech is won and words are writing wreaths for our final mutterings How fast those fingers move What skills have evolved In the void between the vocal and the breathless text Hang your bunting from the stars my words Throw your fireworks into my heart But voices ...
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July 2011
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Jul 31st