Long Guttered Poems

The brook thrums as it vaults over the piled rocks
Rolling on deep into the Zambezi valley
Twisting, flirting with the rigdes that compliment the escarpment beyond 
And the indigenous lass strolled to the rivulet a rose...

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FAILURE.


Isolated tentative in rosy tower
Sublime detached observer of success
Making its own life and time
Swallowing in one long yawn all the glories
Keen scented existence and sanctified its rewards
Cut off from the masters & futilifying the slaves
Giving...

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Happy.  Genial.  Merry.  Jolly
Blottoed, blasted, etched and blitzed
Mellow, foggy, hazy, squiffy
Tipsy.  Tiddly.  Brahms and Liszt

Dazed, zombied, tanked-up, trollied
Ganted, gubbed, guttered
Bladdered, blathered, leathered, plastered, 
Sozzled, sloshed, scuttered

Hammered, battered, caned, mangled
Spannered, mullered....

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They are only some old love letters
that I keep in a box under the stair.
Wrapped in string, with a wedding ring
and a lock of auburn hair.

And I take them out occasionally,
and carefully untie the twine.
And...

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Modern Times

Universal truths or Universal Studios?
Can one distinguish any longer now
That the Universe has shrunk to a
Binary system of code,
Arcane enough to keep most believing
In a higher power, that is
	until
Brown-out causes
Questioning 
	albeit fleeting like light,...

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over occupied world
bewildering hodge-podge of people
pushing stress where it ought not to be

in the slim rays of late day
in the splattered mess of guttered streets
a homeless man asks for a light
for a half burnt cigarette...

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Time is the fire in which we burn,
ripples of lava on inner landscapes,
eddies and swirls which twist
and turn.

Kerosene progress burns me now,
I feel 
the pain of sweet conflagration
dead cold and real.
Hypnotic the effect, I embrace
it’s...

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Six magpies brought their mourning squawk,
soon joined by several others,
disturbing all their neighbour's talk 
and waking sleepy lovers.

Some hopped and did their swaggered strut 
between a felted flat roof top 
and a guttered water but....

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Among the souls of empty hearts


O distant bells of steeples chime
in echoed hymns of saddened weep
Comes again the midnight hour, 
down dampened cobblestone to creep
 
Along the darkened streets they roam
of alleyways and torches fed.
To...

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July 29, 1890

Colored daubs and swatches
crave artist’s practiced hand.
Justice, nearly blind, yet watches—
unwrought art upon a stand.

Regard the brushes in a row—
the palettes and the sponges.
Genius maimed by status quo,
vain a hope that fate expunges.

Guttered...

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Snow fell upon the marble eyes of the dead,
And the magpies pecked the buttons on the coats,
Drawn by the gleam of dulling brass attract,
As the ravens sought the softness of the throats.
Trees in naked staggers...

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A Sonnet For Bloody But Unbowed Heads

The hands of my children’s raised arms
Have become like released skeets;
Their ebony hued bodies, a circled bull’s eye.
Their blood flows down the guttered streets---
Clotting here and there like a...

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The candle guttered in the draft,
She paused in her thoughts.
Life had been good today,
She had eaten a little.
Gazing out to gather her thoughts,
Children cowered in the filthy lanes.
They had not eaten in a long time.
They...

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