Monthly Archives: June 2016

Love, Nefarious

Go into the night woods dark, summer at its peak, Listen to the croaking song the minute frog does speak. A throaty back and forth it sounds Until you venture near, The brazen, sexy bellow then, Mysteriously disappears.

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Sins of our weakness

    Should I remove the large old, oblique screwdriver from Your father’s heavy, grey toolbox – you know, the one, That Celia used to stand on in fetching up your bottle, Not so cleverly camouflaged amongst the cluttered mottle. Would … Continue reading

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When it dies

I’m comparing our love to a tree With no apples. I mean, there were apples, There are apples. They lie Strewn, half hidden In black leaves, sweet Even in forgotten rotting. Flittering titmouse pecks Incessantly at the furled Flesh of … Continue reading

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Interruptions

I supposed it did not matter, how the water shimmered in last light. Her, Children did not stop their ripe splashing to glance at rising moon. Her, Pale beauty was instead interrupted by their stupid, joyous laughter. Her, Leaving had … Continue reading

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Balance

    The pomegranate sorbet he peeled in blood red curls, And reveled in the pungent sweetness of the whirls, And yet she would not take this icy fruit unladen, But mixed instead vanilla, white as milky maiden. He watched her … Continue reading

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Okay, I give up.

Oh, hey, want something new, Known to just the hip or the few? You know, I mean the instagram crowd, Those brash, impertinent, minions loud. The kids these days, so knowing – so lewd, It’s not surprising to see them … Continue reading

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Unwinding Now

  You have no thought how hard to find That life no longer clock does wind. Instead the gear has reached its limit, And I am counting backwards in it. Ticking off however slow, or fast in cases, Unyielding measure of … Continue reading

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