Mark Heathcote

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StoryHow royally Avant-garde am I? Mark Heathcote116 years 4 months ago
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My stories

Swimming, below zero...

We swam the lake in mid-November For a silly, madcap, dare. In the distance watched a figure. With a look of, despair… A man’s grimacing eyes, watched Fishing on the far bank

Your life is on a throne

Your life is on a throne Of dust weathered-stone A whirlwind battered face With a mountain to climb Of the time Of the time Of the time Your voices a busted microphone

Liqueur and life

Liqueur and life Trouble and strife Blow my brains away… But quantum physics I better understand Like Janis Joplin, she lives with me

The madness of the bee…

Curvaceous; white rose How—potently, aromatic It is to delve quite freely One’s passionate, nose Tasting; upon our tongues The madness of the bee… Who’ sumptuously,

A backwards look in the mirror…

I’ve seen those eyes before like pack-ice Residuary-melting, scraped off the floor Beats me how, an addict beats the count And rises; from the canvas once more.

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