Long Guttering Poems

     The old man's trophy,
        antlers impale my      v i s c e r a l   ...

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Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity of capabilities in abilities...

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Fruitful days are filling up the piles of treasure mesuring the misogyny it shouldn't be a topic of forgery while waiting for break outs throwing correction direction of stereotyping the tipicallity of capabilities in abilities...

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The House on Lake Maggiore

The house on Lake Maggiore was reality, a physical truth, 
my imagination became the artist.

The day has become  a deckchair, gently folding itself up
as my walk leads me into a...

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After the shatterings, the fires.
After the fires, the darkness,
With darkness, the heartless cold.
After the dark and the cold
Had confirmed their dominion of the world,
Their ministers, Fear and Silence
Made their home among the remnants.

After communication was...

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The Man In The Moon 

Follow the crooked path 
     through a frosted gate
And hide in the shadows, 
     where the streets are straight,
Look for me in...

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Little spider dear
Why did you make home here
It's flyless I'm sure
Not due to you, but my efforts more

Why not get involved in the action
Of cultivating wing mirror traction
They do so very well indeed
If they can...

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Sleet clung to the eaves and dripped slowly down
As the mist laid a shroud on the face of the town,
And walking the main drag hill to the square,
I saw Icicles glisten from guttering, hung there
As...

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An orange glow flew through the sky 
Image going really high 
Down south 
Nasty weather would not shut its mouth 
Spitting in a poring way 
Angry clouds having lots to say 
Sitting in the atmospheric...

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He did his hash slinger training
Then with a couple of his mates
Set up this high class restaurant 
Where they didn’t bother with plates,
Just bits of brickkies rubble,
Guttering and such,
Jam jars and slabs of wood
Stuff not...

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“ You know; you look like someone else ”
Was the first thing she said
I never did ask, just who, I reminded her of

Say romance fornicated in the guttering of a candle
And its flame lay in...

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...dead mice thus far do gnaw, splintered mirrors
neck and rubber yet with scant regret.
Ropes both for hanging and climbing, good grief,
bad love, honey-do-dew in a salty brew.

In my closet, pockets unpacking pockets, 
string bags under...

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There is a broken soul living here...
Within these dusty off-white walls – 
There is a breathing ghost, with sputtering candles for eyes 
And a suit of slowly decaying flesh 
Clothing her splintered bones...
There is a...

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I'll look for you
in the deep, cobalt blue
of a mountain lake,
or the startled crake 
of a moorhen,
flushed from its nest,
or the idle word, said in jest
over a steaming mug,
as we huddled and shrugged
off the cold...

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I have delved into the very heart 
where darkness simmers, love light glimmers 
then explodes in current apocalypse, 
an inferno eclipse of blind pyromania. 
Words, mere kindling and kerosene, 
fuse wire and gasoline, erupting, igniting...

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“Look carefully and see if there could possibly be pain like my pain, like the one bestowed by You upon me.” – Lamentations 1:12

I walk the width of 2000 pound bomb crater in the densely...

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The means of measure
Goes too far beyond
Means of comprehension

Mortal minds with fragile hearts
Pressed together in love
To form a downward-spiraling kaleidoscope

Distant messages shout back
Too ambiguous to discern
Too long desired
To reject

The weight defines the value
Still yet, not...

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This world of inequality
Mainly in times of torment
Finding fortune which is not lost
As world turns you at U-turn
Ready to move at your speed
Ready to stop at your death

In this world of inequality
The golden son with...

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Nestled closely curved
Like two spoons well kept in a drawer
I lay beside you every night
Drifiting towards dreamtime
Pressing the alien softness of your female flesh
Filling hand with its gentle weight
Enfolding into your perfect curvature
Feeding on your...

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Thunderous clouds on the horizons,
as the demise of happiness is fading fast.
Sitting here,
I’m cutting your wrist with a butter knife.

Ramblings
of me dreaming of a better existence.
So sure,
you feel my dialog is persistent,
much like this record...

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Always, always that light, that light
I can see it, see it, in the distance
But it's reaching it, reaching it
On getting there, am I existance

These tracks of life, tracks of life
Continuing, continuing, neverending
Uphill downhill, downhill, descending
On...

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I feel like the candle flame
As it's about to die...
So... cold...
I shrink in on myself,
A used wick curling up
Blackened and lifeless-
Now suspended in
A haze of my own smoke
Like hallucinations,
I suddenly recall
How it felt to be...

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Each week leaflets come thick and fast
through my door,
for guttering, glazing and food,
I'm afraid all junk mail will end up without fail
in the bin, and I'm not being rude.
But I do get quite cross with...

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These are the ashes of what's left of our fire...
What to expect when electricity meets water;
Though our love has sundered, bittersweet polaroids and toffee greeting cards endure.
... When a house is lost to flames, one...

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Scented ember a moulted smoulder
Skied as crackling softness 
Spied and felt thru a film of dexterity
Uncalibrated, solvent, translucid
Trance and dance

Street fleet, guttering inhabited by creased indoctrination
Yet to be ironed
Yet to be pressed and left on...

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