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The Old Rat I Trap Every Night
An old rat, knows all the tricks, forgets, stumbles in the trap again, shrieks as I release it to its fate. A small cloud of crows passes. The vermin runs for some shade. Shadows meditate. The season...
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A Violin Leaves Home: the Night Before
Midnight’s wheeling down from the clouds. Careless traffic humming to itself. Stars tap against the window screen and the day already forgets itself. The peaceful part was when the light relaxed...
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shot thru the plastic confines & the corner of the angle where your mouth drool & the consequence of judge tongue lip & dressing of the sentence out into the secular city cold with only...
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Bippety and Boppety Chat Over Breakfast
– May I recount the dream I had last night or, to be more exact, in the hour before dawn? – I’d really rather you didn’t. – But it verges on the distressing. Nay, ‘alarming’ would be a better word. –...
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On The Way Out Or, Why Socialism Is Doomed
Why is Socialism doomed? A by-product of the Industrial Revolution that owed more to Methodism than Marx, and reflected the social conditions and ideals of an age long gone, Socialism was a...
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Wasteland Heart
I enter a gap In history Created now. My knowledge is flickering But the source of water Hasn’t dried. I tried to sleep And keep telling myself That a glorious morning will arise Tomorrow....
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“This is pretty avant-garde, isn’t it?”
There used to be warnings of backwards voices in innocuous songs, urging the sensitive towards Satan or suicide. Mothers waved placards, questions were asked in high places, and kids spent hours and...
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Ribbon
My mind’s a ribbon blue Black hued parsley green Ivy lead open My further glance into My Casanova smile Delicacy lasts long Old enough to fly My cookies know that shape Criss cross suburban South Too...
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from Jim Henderson’s A SUFFOLK DIARY
Friday, November 17th I have changed the title of my new role on the Parish Council to Community Liaison and Publicity Officer (CLAPO). It was originally Publicity & Community Liaison Officer but...
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