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Something is Coming
Beneath the biscuit-bitten moon of dawn
Something’s coming.
There’s a hint of something unknown,
unprecedented enough that even the howling wind has flaked
To something spider-thin;
To the bare wire frames of lyricism.
Since then, the sky has darkened.
And static has started to skitter across asphalt and window-frames.
L...
Friday 21st October 2011 10:23 am
Hymn both Ancient and Modern
Written on June 1st 2011 as an assignment based on the Calendar, set by John Cassidy for Bank Street Writers, Bolton.
O God of Sun, on Sunnandaeg,
I worship thee with spray -on bronze,
Because thy workload is quite big,
There’ll be a lot of wet week-ends.
God of the Moon, on Monandaeg,
I offer thee my hangover,
Last night I was a lunatic,
Oh I am deep...
Friday 3rd June 2011 7:32 pm
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