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The Devil On My Right Shoulder
The Devil On My Right Shoulder
it might be snowing outside
if I could be bothered
a girl with red lipstick
could be kissing my cheek
the sky could be filled
with ants on the wing
silver fish
darting in foam
at the foot of a black mountain
we could be counting stars
riding a Ferris wheel
licking sweat
from thighs of gold
the days could last
for week...
Saturday 11th March 2017 12:57 am
A Tree In The Elephant's Graveyard
A Tree In The Elephant’s Graveyard
It began with a pen
and paper,
beneath a tree.
Carried here
upon a rat
to rest awhile.
The paper was white
and stared at me
insolently.
The pen hovered,
dripping ink
like tears.
A serpent
coiled itself
around My neck.
I thought of stars
and dreamt
of gouache landscapes.
Still the paper
would not
fuck the pen.
My thoughts
were clear,
...
Monday 17th November 2014 8:13 pm
the small matter of a white screen at midnight
the small matter of a white screen at midnight
the mocking cursor blinks upon the screen
and my flagging muse sinks
still unable to find links
and then little englyn winks
Thursday 29th May 2014 10:52 pm
Snowblind
SNOWBLIND
Like a pristine field of snow
you glare back at me and I know
that even with the greatest will
I’ll never get the words to spill
upon your virgin gown.
I want to smudge the ashes of my dreams
upon your frigid, frozen streams
that when the summer sun’s aglow
lap gently with a lazy flow
caressing inspiration from my brow.
My ...
Monday 28th January 2013 11:32 pm
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