August Calling
...Heavy, golden days of August calling,
Wisper to my first age: a garth so sweet,
A blasted orchard with petals falling
to Earth corrupt, where dust and love may meet.
I stop there, in an endless s...
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Categories:
etherised, allegory, garden,
Form: Lyric
Embryo
...You who sexless heard the pounding of the sex
nerves conditioned to the tune
through all the slushy push of distending flesh
in the ooze slime of semen ******l ...
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Categories:
etherised, life, dream, dream,
Form: Elegy