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Heavens Garden Gate

a poem about bereavement and grief

My lord, My friend

my poem about jesus christ

Lucky Charm

At Five Black ones, particularly the Magic Steps pair the elf next door traipsed through the sandpit the clear plastic shielding the key in the heel scratched to buggery

POEM:Addict

this is a poem I wrote about a drug addict
Cherry

going down

"He'd stood still in the tea-tree. They stood naked, turning their bodies round to the sun. She stood firmly, legs apart, the wet towel in one hand dragging on the ground. She was smiling."

just together

A quiet stroll in the park watched by hordes of forgiveness gentle streams lay the foundations of your journey that you proposed, but you and time forgot familiar sentences, the same eyes,

Mommy I Run Fast

Sun, humidity, trees. Amber air, heavy wind. She smacks the gnat on her arm. Wipes its body onto her jeans. Peat moss under foot, Willows hanging low. She runs as fast
Cherry

Day 09 - Now we must walk together, but I will keep my mouth shut

Having a sugar-powered Japanese fangirl handcuff herself to me was the closest I ever came to stardom.

What am I to do?

For I know not the answer to this question. All I know is it takes two To make things right I guess I’m alone in this alone

Day 08 - Idol

Because I'll never know you, and because I'll never set out on some pilgrimage to find you, I must conjure up your fizz of smells from my own kitchen bricolage.

Boadicea

The spiders knew I was back within seconds, eyes glinting eightfold from spyholes. And so they send their champion, who snaps into view like ink on a sail. She enters from above, stretches

Don't Tell Joan

as she kneels, sword at side, about de Rais. By all means sing out that his latest bride- to-be has changed her mind, choosing still more money over him, however filthy wealthy, charming.

A Rebel's everlasting Love

Laughed at plenty as the story goes, a concurrent feeling of desperation the middle way concludes, a fortuitous guess, jackels kiss tastes of lion, a syncopated riddle full of false leads,

Hypoversion

Cliff tells us of the unseen Blitz buttoned into the city’s trousers. As chambers, ports, libraries crumbled like cake, felled dragons bellowing smoke, silence in the bedrooms.

Breaking My ABC Viginity With: The Haunting Of the Mews

The night train is passing again, rocking the mews and waking the puce. He stews, pushing plethora and puke, mumbling sick-chanted meows with a deuced-doggy lung.

Day 07 - I sit on the steps of the temple,

bloodstains on my dressing gown. Dead leaves skate the stone. My backpack is full of half-read books and someone down there is trying to get my attention.

late/early

I’m having one of those moments I have sometimes My senses go wild and I can’t get round my mind It appears from nothing and leaves as quick as it came

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