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The Wake

The Wake

The white ship slides serene, wind-blown,

heedless of its human burthen

while laying wakes but swiftly flown.

 

Mile-on-mile the dance of heathen

sunbursts play on flashing waters

pretty as maids, or bonds that weaken

 

as the leaving fades. The snows that fought us

in winters past, tall drifts in proud array,

melt clear in spring before our youngest daugh...

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The Lost selfie of Kim Kardashian.

Astarte, Holy Isis, Diana,

 

  unknown nymphs of wood or wave ,

 

all encompassing Nut,

 

 whose gracile arch holds up the heavens clear.

 

  of such fierce womanhood I would hear.

 

 But ever does my old lyre Wish to strum,

  Only for that bulbous bum.

 

 Hittite badonkadonk! Great ass of Akkad! 

 

Whose forebears defied the might of pharaoh ,

 

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Three Nocturnes

 

Three Nocturnes

 

While poring over dusty corners of an ancient night

I sang in darken'd evening flight, a voice edged

by the pain of doubt, a tempered blade to fight

an inner shout; the fearful dredge

of insomnia, the purgatory of my silent gaze;

remembrance too of sultry Australian dog days.

 

South-West karris loom ink-black, and rustle

as night-walkers, stepp...

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Yima

King of the world for my time,
I ruled the world, and in my time
There was no death nor disease
(Except, of course, tooth disease
Which we will conveniently ignore).
My father was the sun, and I was
A simple farmer believing in the
Old ways before I met my destiny.
The creator of all things came to me,
And called me to be a prophet.
He asked me to spread his words,
To make his religion,...

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