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Midnight Rendezvous
Join me in this boat of drunkenness,
Come with me and we shall both be drunk.
Let's sway beside what we think ourselves,
Swerving as the waves swell beneath us;
Lifting us to where lonely sounds warp,
While many other things become clear.
Come upon my mind, your tongue in mine,
And utter words that rend this turmoil;
The sound of madness not to be stilled,
Our silent voices, ...
Monday 6th June 2022 9:56 am
Hidden Talent
We know it will kill us,
But we do it anyway.
Huddled together,
Like this.
In this place of ill repute.
The townsfolk think poorly of us.
But I am sure
Someone in here,
Has read Rimbaud.
Written poetry,
Dreamt of Dante.
Sunday 5th December 2021 5:51 pm
Rimbaudian summers
The lindens are lining the promenade
how we wish we were seventeen again
their branches arching ever skyward
framing Vincent's starry manifold
swallowing every thought and sound
each caveat, each dolce far niente
now fading and then pulsing with the
rising and ebbing of rhythmic tides
how serious this business of life is;
our limbs intertwine as we scramble
shaking ...
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Choices
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