Best Semitone Poems

putrid rascal was a real truant
and also a junkie
and a somnambulist too
and wicked gourmet bought a new guillotine

then the rascal walked dizzily 
like a mechanic dancer
around the cinnamon circle
right under the scythe
and underwent a severance

the staggering truth was quite vague

then a postwar prelude under the...

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Arriva*

We do not know each other.
The fog is carving the ghostly 
silhouettes of houses, people 
and hopes.
And like a sound the hand is –
a semitone of the scream
of seagulls “Arriva … Arriva”
Nothing is coming.
Nothing has come.
I am trying to breathe –
in a time beyond. 
In...

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