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Resting on your Pubic Bone
From where I am I can see the sun shadows on the ceiling They move slowly as the clouds progress Your course hair is touching my cheek I ask you why it is not perfumed You smile but do not answer Later I will sleep on your soft breasts But for now I will enjoy […]
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Shopping & Fucking
Tie ye flowers into my maiden hair master You might have said to me As I wheeled our trolley Around the SUPERSTORE I am considering your cunt Proud under your winter clothes You request the shopping list And tell me to raise my gaze
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An Art Deco Sugar Shaker rests on a Wooden Table
Over three generations have passed Since you were first created You may have lost your reflection And you are corroded from within But your curves are ice sharp And you still retain your original beauty The wooden table is quite new And mass produced It is pleasant to look at and functional But it […]
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The Haunted Owl
From his vantage the owl could see across the cornfield Nothing stirred The hour was young A field mouse ran along the branch It positioned itself next to the owl As it did each day Just after dawn Why do you stare into the field owl? I never tire of looking into the field […]
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The Cruelty of the Season
Descending Angels Will always freeze As they are known to descend rapidly They will settle on the branches of frozen trees And seek little warmth This is the cruelty of the season The Garden of the Dead Only Grand Masters can be buried In the Garden of the Dead As their understanding of death […]
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Salisbury High Light
November closing Light and bright Your warmth chills me
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Bright Sun Late November
The town is not resting As it is half blind Dazzled by the west sun Its sight will return As night approaches
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Las Palmas
Las Palmas In a dream a failed politician ordered many cases of fine wine I knew this to be a scam So I reported him to the authorities Last week he committed suicide By throwing himself from his apartment window His daughter owned the apartment She is married to my son Who lives with his […]
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Digging Deep Canary
Digging Deep Canary The poor canary one of the so called sentinel species are no longer used to alert the miners to the presence of carbon monoxide It appears that our feathered friend breathing rate its size and metabolism caused it to die quickly if carbon monoxide was present thus giving the miners an early […]
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San Marino Junction
Each of the leaves Broken by its own weight Floats away from the mother tree
