perfect grass poem

mother said there is a garden inside me  

and not father not no-one can kick me so hard  

that the grass will bruise and I will drink enough  

from fractured men that the fountain behind my   

midnight will keep flowing out keep everything wet  

warm sacred and if I ever let you cut me open  

the orchids will smell of a beautiful confusion 

◄ sexual apocalypse at the gym poem

the bird and the puddle ►


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Stu Buck

Fri 7th Jun 2019 21:23

thanks everyone. glad you liked it.

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Mae Foreman

Fri 7th Jun 2019 19:59

This is poetry. Exactly this.?
Thank you Stu?

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Fri 7th Jun 2019 19:30

uniquely meaningful Stu. A glorious twister of thoughts like a Dahli painting.


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Graham Sherwood

Fri 7th Jun 2019 08:52

The last two lines as often are the killer words.

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Stu Buck

Thu 6th Jun 2019 21:26

thanks martin! hope to see you at sale this month

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Martin Elder

Thu 6th Jun 2019 21:17

You have added another dimension to your work with this one Stu. It has for me almost a lyrical quality to it.
Love it

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Stu Buck

Thu 6th Jun 2019 14:24

thanks rachel that is perfect


Thu 6th Jun 2019 13:58

beautiful, like strength in fragility )

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