March 2013
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The Descendent
I found a wise old man
over the weekend.
He was not condescending;
the wise man was my friend.
And I did not climb stairways
to meet my learned elder,
I fell o’er a threadbare cat;
listened, whilst I held her.
He crooked a swollen finger,
for he was hard of hearing,
far off eyes, a vapour blue;
not empty, and not leering.
And he chuckled in my ear:
All the answers he had found,
which the...
February 2013
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December 2012
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October 2012
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Poorly Expressed Feelings.
Somehow, you were brought here,
How, I wish not to know,
One morning I’ll rise and,
You’ll announce you must go,
For you’ll see through the beauty,
That I play and present,
And horrified you’ll be,
Whilst I’ll crave your scent,
Your skin and your hands,
Your icy blue eyes.
How can I know,
Your “I love you”s aren’t lies?
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I trust you, I do,
Protect though myself,
Yet I’ll face harm...
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