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Squib

Rigid truths and squared guarantees
Texture this boy
His morseled fantasies 
The graceless torrent of impotent gods
Wary as the wasp on the chameleon's
Trapeze tongue
For even as the microscope remains
Boxed, in cotton, in woollen peace
Rags may still record
Fidelity's soiled tapestry
Once stung, the swollen speech
Of reason's soured and thickened song
Bastards the condensed apprenticeship
Fields a howling, childish drove where
Dreams so quickly cloud to sheep
I could so easily...shhhh 
You shall not impeach me for the rhymes
That I declined

◄ painted into a corner

The Wrong Climate ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (9882)

Sun 12th Jan 2014 21:16

ah!thanks for the explanation Paul.x

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Paul Sands

Sat 11th Jan 2014 00:10

A little explosive device...it's how it came out

<Deleted User> (6895)

Fri 10th Jan 2014 10:42

and so say two of us!xx

<Deleted User> (9882)

Thu 9th Jan 2014 17:04

sorry Paul,can't link the title to this amazing poem,but of which,lines four,five and six are outstanding.That is not to say anything less of the same pure poetry making up the whole poem.

All of your poems are a real pleasure to read.x

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