Best Ichor Poems

They flow,
Insipid and slow,
Like infinite moments
of wistful longing.
Like clasped fingers
that disentangle 
at Bon-voyage.
Like old sand-glass
That fails to catch
irrevocable times.
They merge
Once in a while,
In a moment of 
epiphany, as two
droplets fall for
each other,
perchance.
They reflect a
blameless, radical
glow of white,
as they slowly hide
a blurred, blurred world,
Beyond the veil...

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Darest V.C.,
The voodoo was the ill-omen,
Like the Mills bomb of the uniformed;
The voodoo was under-stated:
Youngsters danced by your stygian microcosm;
The voodoo was our ill-omen,
A crypt in this forest of pantology!

Darest V.C.,
The tear-gas tattle in the tavern;
The uniformed patrol perverting the road;
The pestilence of beating rods;
The...

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With an elated heart,
I saw you basking
In the reflected glory
Of my golden ichor.
Oh!
Don't you know?
It's deadly for you.

Morning moon through the fog,
Leads the way to another day.
Your words are smoke and mirrors.
Setting fire to the idle bridge,
Saved the toll that I'd pay.

Cold -
As the air...

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