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September Collage Poem - The Sun
Gold Mastercard buys timeless words;
Sun sets on gyneocratic fruitlessness.
I listen to the bird to find the sun.
I listen to the sound behind closed doors,
scratching the soles of your shoe.
Let him have it for justice;
I sensed a fox in my hollow lounge.
Nothing so warm on a cold day,
as a smile.
The sun oppresses, like governments;
...Monday 9th September 2013 10:15 pm
February Space (February 2013 Collage Poem)
Sudden light falls shining
through tentative air;
I've got Plath married to Larkin -
where did that come from?
Let the Queen
take us from reality,
dreaming of coupling
and cosy nests.
Death and the maiden: sure as taxes
and angry mothers-in-law;
secret sadness
masked by convention.
Your heart-beat
beats with mine;
I...
Tuesday 12th February 2013 4:13 pm
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