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the doomsday man
surprisingly enough
each new day finds you
sandwiched here
between Burger king
and vacant lot -
thrice times woe man with
your brimstone smile.
slow dog-paddling
against the apathetic tide
that scours
these caves of Arndale.
your hand a flush
of trump card pamphlets,
useless
in this game
of patience;
black aces of repentance
neatly sidestepped
as the ...
Thursday 26th March 2009 12:24 pm
testament
I am element earth and ore,
the twinkle in the sawdust floor. I am the brass that’s
pressed and minted I am the note that’s newly printed. The rattling
change and ringing till, the dirty, dog-eared dollar bill, the jealous
gre...
Monday 15th December 2008 7:14 pm
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