Hole
amidst this company of billowed ghosts
the echo bed of swollen heads belies
a gory hail of rain chined inspiration
for my chiselled host and
hides cathedral vaulted cuts
of the deepest time
where darkness sparks
in resonant rhyme
and breath affords a gaudy boast
yet dies upon the budding lime
belly crawled while underneath
the aven’s insolent draught
...Sunday 30th December 2012 2:05 pm
these morphed illusions
`
What are we to do
about spectres in the mirror?
What are we to do
about spectres in the mirror?
Pray tell, before they rise -
filling-in memories
of film noir and poetry,
dark or brooding -
states of alienation;
blaring piano forte
blaring piano forte
of shadowy symphonics:
inimitable contrivances.
Whip out the shammy & Windex;
Whip out the shammy & Windex;
wipe clean these morphed illusions.
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