Best Holed Poems

I’ve decided to be rid of some things:

	a moth-holed sequined dress with bitter tags,
	the weeping journal of ennui and pain,
     ...

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Yer briny whore
akin to boar
wit' mangy hide 'n scurvy-pocked
chomped 'n chewed
me black 'n blue
wit' carnassial chompers as of croc

Be curs'd, yer nit  
me ample...

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Discarded cotton t-shirt shrunken and stained
on the side of a street pot-holed and veined
pants sagging low with no shoes on his feet
headphones blaring to the...

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Tobruk  Siege

Rommel of the Blitzkrieg 
had Europe overcome
With the Stukas and dive bombing
And the Tanks that overrun

North Africka would see his tanks
il Duce’s troops...

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Young Father Murphy, Parish Priest, 
he rang Archbishop Moore, 
advising him he suddenly 
had taken rather poor.  
"I'll not be fit for Sunday mass...

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"The Wormwood Portfolio"



Reams of stories
riddled with worms
wood for burning
all the children
cover their eyes
tears smoked 
into the lungs
gender fluid
propheticising 
bitter water
electric brains
chipped like 
fine-boned China
downloading 
overloads...

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Virgil the virgin was eagerly urging
his girlfriend to make him a man
Had nowhere private to go get excited
so he bought an old caravan

The seller in...

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Time is a mirrored hallway.
As you walk down it, the past echoes at your heels,
The present flashes briefly as you pass,
And each step brings you...

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Ragged and funny 
In dire need of money
I bruise the pot-holed streets of the city
Maiming the waste-filled alleys and dirty
Daily I play hide and seek...

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bushes berry filled
mouth stuffed, sated, stone stands up
black bear! I’m holed, freed...

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"The Messenger"

Love is rich with 
venom and honey. 

there was a female ...

snake, 
it watched 
with green-eyed 
avarice, covetting
a dove’s nest

the dove, 
was white as...

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Whoever might with just free words beside
Speak of the blood and in full too of sores
Which I saw now, with a narration wide?

Any speech will...

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P ower held with in my grip, Run bastard, run.
I nnocence once taken can never be un-ripped.
C olorful the names they'll call me now, hateful;
k...

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Edward Snowden

When Edward Snowden* snowed in,
no one thought it a sin,
save the snooping sultans  who froze.
When on the run or cubby-holed, for friends, he...

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I fought my way slowly though the howling wind
Wishing I could stop, but forced to go on.
Rain pouring from the black and roiling clouds
As water...

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