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How ink will help me understand

  How ink will help me understand So long to arrive, stamped FORGOTTEN The pale blue vellum, the dark words Each beautifully formed curlicue, a flourish To assuage long spent terror, tears. The messenger was a page This was hidden … Continue reading

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50 Years

  Look at a tree properly Not even the whole conundrum, just one limb Or the seed, even its body Is only light streaks, immaterial Just a green grey line hit by solar particles Wood it may be, leaves, bark, … Continue reading

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Etudes

Etudes 1. A little guillotine chops the film A girl assembles the frames Into a great pattern, a rose window Beyond a cloister racked with old hats. 2. My piano is filled with music It swallowed the endless toothache Of … Continue reading

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Balsam and Rue

Balsam and Rue Aunt Chook’s got the plant called pop-bang outside her window, she raffled a doll I didn’t win so I cried although I was 18 (I was very ill from footprints on my head) When she’s on holiday … Continue reading

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Homeless

In a huddled corner I long for cuckoo pint, marjoram Lush swathes of grass to brush and burr my fur I am not a lush kitten, but an old mistress Once called Pip, called RonkaConka Now nameless prisoner of aching … Continue reading

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Mucilage

Mucilage I thought about boiling some glue Making flypapers in the gloom Hanging them up and catching Hardhearts and worrypests Finaglers and wicked hurters But I have caught glow worms and stars And my mother’s beautiful voice Singing to me, … Continue reading

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When will it End?

Pio and Almedo in the rotting courtyard With the game of draughts between them The huge banana palms in greenlit haze From cigars Hypatia brought them Sipping rum and trading whore-stories She better not hear, the big bottom Of all … Continue reading

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