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My Associations with an Hermaphrodite
My first association with my hermaphrodite friend Was in a shell hole during the dark days of war I had dived into a water sodden pit to avoid the guns And found myself on top of a number of mutilated corpses It was then that I noticed that the corpse nearest to me Was displaying […]
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The Occupation of Natalie Sissons
There is an odd inscription On the memorial bench Nearest to the sea wall What does it say God’s Speed Esther Read Is there anything else of interest on the bench Dates a poem perhaps No that is all there is Do you know who the memorial bench honoured Yes a Natalie Sissons who used […]
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Rhyme
If you prick me then I bleed If you wake me then I read I have all the love that I need I am a happy man Sam Seed Sam Seed
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Drift Life
I am walking walking drifting Through my tender life My feet have refused To touch the sidewalks For many years This is an ordinary madness That many share But do not totally own
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The Sixth Month
June 11 Monday The Holy Ghost also is a witness to us Their sins and iniquities Will I remember no more Hebrews 10: 15-17. June 12 Tuesday But ye beloved, building up yourselves On your most holy faith Praying in the Holy Ghost Keep yourselves in the love of God Jude 20: […]
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Maillol’s Pebble
It was as I combed the empty beach That I found a smooth pebble resembling A work by the sculptor Maillol I warmed it in my palm without thought And later presented it to my library A Bitter Wind in March Spring days mild and bright Are only a matter of weeks away But […]
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Lazy Sax
Lazy Sax Hollow in the grace brittle wind A lone musician Haunts the lazy sax View from the Bandstand I will visit this bandstand In the comfort of the season And look out to sea The Leas Folkestone (2/22)
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A Pacifist with a Gun
I am a pacifist and mean no harm to anyone I love my fellow man and try to follow God’s word But if anybody tries to break up my perfect world I will blow his fucking head off Anon
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London Bridge
Each morning as I walk to work I watch the mighty river Flowing towards the sea What do I hope for What do I cherish A small finch sings These are mysterious words Beyond my immediate understanding I know nothing of the souls of birds I was born in a house An […]
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Lamorna Jones
I am looking Between your thighs At the moon leaves Green with moss And am satisfied That I now know you Well enough To walk with you