Tag Archives: regret

Great Naked Moon (Edited)

She rises, loosely cloaked in a silent silver peignoir, As bold stars bright, shrink with lustful admiration, Silently lusting naked curves which wake nocturnal choir, Faintly at first, then swelling loud in harmonious new elation, All heaven bathes within this … Continue reading

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Often

Often in spaces where trees had lived and breathed, The red tail had sat in wait, With cocked head peering, The gray squirrel had halted to eat, Scratching furiously at mites Upon his tiny ears, The ants had marched northward, … Continue reading

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Times

  The times have ticked along like babies, Spiders I mean, bursting from a tightly spun Bundle of rounded web, a cocoon of motherly Making for thousands of them – the times. Going off in all directions, little eight Legged times … Continue reading

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Last light

I cried. Before me, you Cried first; sitting erect in That fabulous goddamn posture. Tears welled along your fragile Eye line in sparkly puddles, Quivering as I spoke slowly. But the questions full of Of bitter words got tangled, Like … Continue reading

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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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