Category: Poetry
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The Scans
(waiting for Zuzu) Prior to the birth of our daughter, we went through scan after scan. I wrote a poem. 1 I took them to the hospital My wife, pregnant with hope. My unborn daughter, already problematic. I took them to the the specialists Who didn’t know enough Although they had some groovy German Technology…
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Of Love Splendour
All the shapes are transparentCompared with that beauty, beauteousnessAll the stars are well behavedExploding in monstrous timeThe real time.So violent and tender.Celebrated passing youthIt did, right, proper in the fight, fightingThe impractice of sea birthOur world belongingTo all elseOf love splendour.Every age is concurrentWhen seen from the glow of angelsEvery planet trusts gravityFour-four, fine?The small…
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All The Stars Are Rowdy Tonight
All the stars are rowdy tonight exploding and sucking everything around them. In time as real as we can imagine. Such violent tenderness. Such monstrous need. Every planet trusts the gravity of everything around it. Every moon moves gently mooning over its lover. Having bruised it once it yearns to surrender.
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Snowflake Propaganda
Every snowflake is uniqu… Stop! Now before you spout this out. Everything in nature is unique. That snowflake revelation is nothing to shake a beech leaf at, nothing to make a claggy lamb’s tail rise. That fly on the elephant’s eyeball whipped by an eyelash exiting without dignity on the afternoon wind… Also unique.
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White Crow
In the frost this morning I saw a white crow On a post Arguing with a ghost of a robin. “There is nothing more delicious than carrion” Said Crow. “There is nothing better than fighting” Said Ghost. Having caught Crow’s black eye. Having caught Ghost’s ire. I walked on across the field Embarrassed by my…
