Tag: poem
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ANOTHER PASSAGE TO THE WOODS
another passage through the woods another passage to the woods the bleak winter is caving in the snowdrops pop their heads again the wily deer that can’t be found leave hoof prints on the soggy ground the river runs past sad and brown i throw it a stick but it just sinks down and the…
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EVERY BIRTH
every birth is a rebirth every garden an eden each person is old earth every death is a freedom deceased meat and vegetable matter help us get a little fatter blood placenta, piles of dung the sullied beds from where we sprung a chicken’s breast is so delicious the slaughterhouse is where it’s sliced a…
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FROONING
freely frooning in my sleep, i fear not the frost, but in this flimsy and forbidding foundry, a formidable phalanx of philanthropists forbiddenly formulate faux farms, festering farcicle frost for fame, freedom and fun. frowningly, the freak frogfish from afar were finally unfrozen. they flew through the ozone no go zone, and familied frillions of…
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DISHWASHER REPRESENT
standing in a kitchen washing up pots time to kill so i sit down lots lowest member of the staff no point denying man now i’ll try my hand at a yellowy frying pan if i say it’s for the dollar it would sound like i’m lying man my life in a kitch and i…
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SOUF COAS
souf coas laid back homespun rhyme style hardened, fired and top like rooftile charcoal makers butchers and bakers dance to this muthafucking music we makers woodmen good men shep-herds and sheep-hounds trance in the muddy puddle pit of the pigpound so flip frown, mucka, go get a round. and get drowned. with outta town clowns…
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LUNNUN
when i walked out one rainy grey midsummers morning i planned to walk to lunnun town that city so alluring i got my geese some tarmac shoes to lead us to temptation or to take us up to high barnett to profit from inflation i hooked a bag upon my back i cut mysel’ a…
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FASHION FROSTED
fashion frosted breastplateeager added toenailseven holy oak holesthreaded with a fox tailslumming like a Richepiggbroken oily fishstickwrestle training undergroundezra thor and thunder poundarse hole bum holearse eye shit holeeye brown itch bitchripped raw mud floorrotten cotton twist wristdripped drizzly fizzling redsauce on a main courseof more horseinkjet counter-metby a finless fighterjettabernacle typewriterburn a bubble with…
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RICKETY LANE
me dog walk down old rickety lane new boots give my heelbone pain stopped short by four five live cow hobby farmer turns saying: not right now pup-dog tongue lolls, she’s intrigued dashes in dashes out, farmer’s peeved don’t want a fight so we avoid it find the stream and walk beside it sunshine breaks…
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REDDISH AND GOLD ROOM
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published lying down in a room of reddish and gold another minute flies off another minute old chest is hollow like a birdcage cathedral in a desertside town and the sign says sold reddish and gold room seacity view hurricane stormbrew blacks turn blue floods…
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FOOT STRAIN
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published alarm at 9:30, wake at 8:30, stretch in bed, go downstairs to kitchen, make omelette, give a quarter to a friend, eat the rest, alarm sounds, cycle to uni, shuffle the word order of an essay, print it, fuck around, go to the bar,…