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Money spinners.
The skins of our knuckles are starbursts ( Read more... ) -
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Wilder walls.
I sit in wonder ( Read more... ) -
Sat at the world.
We sat at the world
this last hour,
saw the night drop into the sea,
the light spread wide
and the sky breaks open to feed.
Our views from the top
became a speeding slight
as we were thrown onto the apex.
Folding the glass
and pulling the light,
fight by fight;
line by line we learn the cold
switching the street
complete
or calling the child.
Jaws of the harp
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Perilous paw.
A docket of princes perched on her
rinse,
a packet of steers
and a blackguard with fingers full,
his grate a black guard
on his quondam sun veneer.
Aestival white nights bray
for a compass on the knoll,
fain in fair fettle
as chthonic scions drip
into vociferous dreams.
Adduce your amatory man,
on the caitiff in the dock
for his laughing crimes
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A song of worms.
You sing of worms, a song I sit
in listen,
the dawn will never play your fool
in this kicking slip we breathe.
Everything I see in yours,
your shining folly
in a spiraling wire,
takes hostage all breath born
in faltering foot lungs
on a folding grass, alive
with the scents and sense of a
twirling fingertip.
They can laugh at and in
my ink,
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Fain judge.
Do not judge me by my physic mettle
As much as there is excess of,
Not my standing seen state
But my entire substance that scorns the lot
In steady pace.
Little acorns thrive
When I turn grey
And the needed sounds of silent tenses
Tense
Muscles bind to bone become broader strokes.
Do not judge by eyes bellied
But by minds denied and lauded
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Walls.
I want that moment sitting on a wall ( Read more... )