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But could you ever? have you ever in the immortal sage of your scullion kingdom of the three-horned beasts of the good, the bad and and the scuttling middlescores from your sapphire throne been able once, to whirl the stiff, sturdy-backed Hercules and seen from his eye the toil of Tantalus that rattles forth? or [...]

Disclaimer: This poem doesn’t make sense, but I need comments. this is the year of twenteen one candles who told you to leave? not I, my friend when three sully years I measured your smile from my heart’s bank or wore it, at days, for you but you stole at it like a dank sock [...]

one silver queen at our river side where the horizon danced once fell twice all it took, to see your face again this time broken upon the sediment one silver queen was all it took one silver queen and your eye fluttered with your look away I grew so old and I lost and you [...]

took you by the road side red-beat, took me straight off my feet that one steely night when your stuttering embrace went broken-skinned I felt you kiss me sweet, sweet man you you stole from me in a nit-bit took my hand and into it whispered, forever you said get, set, go and my stubble [...]

one supple fear rowdy on my skin but I am tired and I need you here not for several fire-orbs flung upon the wink of morn but for a lifetime at my side whoever said that love was blind has stabbed a lyric in my ear and all I can hear now across the mulberry [...]

if I could size you up piece you into dip and stake I will cudgel your double-fisted heart into pieces in these barricades of wasted space where I measured the wait in disc-moons like a greedy hag for the cold rotundity of her copper coin where you once lay over me gun-click, boot-strap, no love, [...]

Roo is sitting on her grandfather’s wooden chair, swinging her legs, her black buckled shoes tapping its legs, a low mumble escaping her lips as she reads from a book, open flat on her lap. A wind rushes in from the kitchen window over the sink. The purple ribbon in Roo’s hair flitters from the [...]

you, bring me back home first night, first light the twilight of an early winter descends between us calm and collected you bring all the burden of an unloved woman stifled in a breath the onrush that you hold long, in your gaze and when you leather-strapped the stars and whipped them into my lap [...]

that the faces hung, they say in the alley where we became friends you asked for something beautiful with a pebble in my heart, I hit the streetlamps till in my face, you saw it dark beside the wafted path where bow-legged soldiers danced to an anthem, pale and distraught it was in the country [...]