Outside every covert, every rite,
no borrowed cross to crest on, only
the blacking followed question,
you kept to the brow of the bridge,...
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Just how you go
Closer to tears’ itch at the lids, closer
to feather tread in the shards' litter,
your faithless breath is cradle still, bent
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Mysterion
Known...
Waterboy to ram,
and the bounty sealed in ice
ungraves her breastbone;
she-cat golden eye
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Denials
under yellow den of curls
a scar from lip to temple
purple rope across his cheek
the one-eyed cupid squinted
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Her bruises
infinitesimal tracks of the feed
channel a wreck of ribs fingered
in hope of doubloons
crustacean charnel stroked aside...Last edited by grant hayes; 10-11-2018, 03:42 PM. -
Opus
Not a Greek would risk or Drake encroach along
this main; alone, a lost pilgrim, or
bristling with empire, a body
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Meletē
Doesn’t matter how you get there -
mindful breath unbound from bones,
or chrysalis wound in feathering time:
there’s nothing to... -
Black spot
Nothing and one, the maker’s germ,
heart and breath relearn with every brink.
The seconds - jutting to terms, out and standstill -
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Screens at hand
screens at handat work at homefiction
flesh the flux of trade and friendship
ganging to lovehate all from film to the fallen
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About to shut
In a woman's wake, an eddy of scented
mane – gathered and swung in a footbeat's
trot of purpose – twirls the morning
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Marson spoke
Marson spoke to this orphan,...
my mother’s mouth explained in the dream;
Marson: childish addlement of my father’s name,
he -
Beauty of the fern
The beauty of the fern
- its green and morning turned
in fractal ends toward the burning
star, here caught and scattered - learns... -
Boat-brained
... boat-brained, then, on a body’s depth of monsters:
brush of their spines is woodsaw rasp on the hull.
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Loxias
morning on branches, moon along arms,
the sun on a wall, a lamp on pages,
phase of an artist, a scaffold groans,
rush-hour snatches...Last edited by grant hayes; 08-16-2018, 05:54 PM. -
In the green creek
The file of engines gunned by fever,
from sewer to saviour the twitching plans,
the vector's reign in tower and gutter,
the leering...Last edited by grant hayes; 08-12-2018, 03:18 AM.