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are we recording?

yes?

with that the withered concierge told me

“we don’t want your type around here

too white”

regardless I made love to a cultural icon

away from the conference table

out of sight of the knowing grins

I made her smile

and as  ziggy played for time with no

reason nor rhyme

there and then I decided to hide this story in a

cavernous...

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Rzhepicks 2013

 

So many faces I’ve seen!

Now I do believe Darwin.

                        ***

The patient was treated for jaundice,

The autopsy showed he was Chinese.

                         ***

Rotten is well hidden and forgotten.

                         ***

Do you mind?

Or you don't mind

because you don't have mind?

                         ***

The wor...

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Soft Summer Reverie

A small expression about being on the expanse of a windswept field, whatever the season, really, but placed in the golden, summery panorama in this poem. Please enjoy!
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Amber reeds, pliant 
in the summer wind 
swaying, dancing-
 
synchronised
                     now syncopated
and back again
 
shouting then singing xanthine etudes
...

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