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POEM: Mask
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POEM: Mask

I’m peering from behind a mask, A mob is shaped into a crocodile Winding around me. I’m swept up Carried on the backs of impossible beasts, Horn and claw are raised and tails sway I have no face. Perspectives are torn Out of shape. Some are redrawn But nothing escapes the architecture’s demands That its...

POEM: 5 A. M.
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POEM: 5 A. M.

  5 A.M., night fades tiny words jump into space. Holes in the morning swallow the gap between mouth and opening mouth. Discordant music- The words meet in mid-air, Sharpened into dawn swords.   You lick your lips, they bleed.   I wish My tongue could cut so deep as yours   POETRY LINKS ALL...

POEM: It
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POEM: It

The creature curled up next to my bed, Tightly wrapped in cracking skin, Sleeps with one eye open and waits For the time of night When we wrestle   I am a bag of bones. Knuckles crack, I shiver. The pillows are stones, The white sheets crack like ice cold Whispers catching breath   So...

POEM: Drum Fire
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POEM: Drum Fire

my restless fingers comb the surface of this animal’s tight skin- these fingers crack, these fingers flex- sparks fly from my fingertips…   summoning the sullen beast’s power into my heart, I can feel the ache of its final mournful cry- gentle bulk swaying, great udders shaking, final breath expelled in an anguished sigh  ...

POEM: Alison
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POEM: Alison

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POEM: Deep Breath
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POEM: Deep Breath

you tore me into LITTLE STRIPS   I hung, on a broken stick in rags and tatters, a teeth-chattering scarecrow on a rusty hook   my eyes torn holes in a stiff black curtain flapping pointlessly in space   smoke-blind, rose-pricked, sky-haunted, pecked-at by thin black crows seconds before the crash came you pushed me...

POEM: Hero
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POEM: Hero

his eyes, full and enraged like two moons. The smoke from the corner of his mouth slick like Bogart, cool like Bacall the trilby turned down, the moustache and the leer, the raised eyebrow, the flash of the teeth in monochrome endlessly rerun, he is a patchwork of black and white dots, a form twisted...

POEM: Gypsy Blood
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POEM: Gypsy Blood

GYPSY BLOOD   You must have gypsy blood- The way you sing that song And toss back your hair- The way your body swirls To the pounding throb Of the gypsy drums And the violin… You catch the fiddler’s eye In the candle’s gleam As you take three steps back Into shadowland- As the voices...

POEM: The Whiteness Of The Whale
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POEM: The Whiteness Of The Whale

Ahab’s leg was ripped away, His manhood ruptured by the rage Of an elemental force of nature, Uncaged Snow-blinded by an icy shadow That slowly terrorised the sky An all embracing whiteness fell Upon his eyes The light of God departed And Ahab stood alone, The sun dropped into the ocean Like a stone Day...

POEM: Andy and Marilyn
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POEM: Andy and Marilyn

andy and marilyn were made for each other: he dressed her, bedecked her in her funeral flowers- he was a weed, she was a doll, in his hands the imprint of her smile, stolen from the mona lisa- across her mouth a smudged, blood-red gash   he loved her, he wanted her, so he fed...

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