your varied one-nighters
are a psychedelic journey
heavy on the shutter release
but leaving the lens cap on -
a self-guided tour for two
is far more appealing

forgiveness- unnecessary option
save it for the birds and bees
get off your calloused knees
spare us each slimy fabrication
neither brew concocted apologies
your prophecies of eternal peace
have no hope or home among these*




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dumbing down is the new smart
if you wanna get ahead best start
too many roses are no longer red
and violets are welts of our cred
but with all things photoshopped
all blemishes are airbrushed and
any rough edges can be cropped

when reasons
have changed,
transformed along

with circumstances
defined by those we
have allowed into our

             life

shaping us
charging us
releasing us

and giving new days
their tints and shades;
now open up jugular

and allow hatchets to fall
or celestial hosts in array,
rouses breath-bound to sing.

Less than a bell's ****** 
fainter than a whistle 
stars in the sky twinkle; 
your breath a hushed whisper. 

O the tiniest sparkle 
dapple on glassy water 
far from distant heckles, 
my soul freed from shackles.*




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We never burn bridges
though we never need to
cross over that particular one

again - hence

we build new ones, upstream,
and closer, so much closer
to the heart of our dream*


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Disused and abandoned here
a connection no longer clear
of one once to heart held dear.

Water freely runs through, clear
alongside, & around mounting pier
now that the bridge is broken, peer.

Hence across both banks, tarry
an inking of what its currents carry
post traumatic sighs always vary.

these words flow
fluid as cheap wine
crisply coloured as
any branded vintage

easy on worn pockets
dulls minds equally;
after several goblets
it all tastes the same

easy as **** to access
so go roses and petals
though they vary in look
are always same in smell

why stay, you say
when it's glaringly obvious
why many have left

come and gone

in the dark of noonday sun
shadows are shortest
our fleet-footed fun

so, stay awhile

in its cooling embers
a promise that no one remembers
lights your path in the night*




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Let's slaver with anticipation
as your taunts fly past
let us grapple you
while your fangs pierce
and vilest venom spreads

numb our soul and mind

let us scream and cringe
agonise upon this page
let blankness reign supreme
slay this potent pen
for all of eternity

make your emptiness pristine

hover around our carcass
you scavenging vulture
eat away our rotted entrails
tear at sinews, limb from limb
pluck blind eyes and vitals

drain the fluids of creativity

cloying leech on pallid skin
halt our writing and our speech
in your acid, our verses bleach
let us writhe, mouth agape
drink your unquenchable thirst

hit us hard with writer's block




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pursed lips

      spin cycle out of sync:

mud stained vignette

      burbling brooks whisper*


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Butterflies are but pretty memories
Greeting cards flying in the breeze
Fondest thoughts and worthwhile care
Recollecting pony tails and braided hair
Plastic tiaras, capes, and sceptres
Dress up games, now hallowed spectres
Wings renewed throughout new days
Nectar to this soul, filled in many ways.

this autumnal milieu
in which we reside,
each day at its setting;
flutter delicate wings,
softly caressed, along 
pathways to many a home.

please be kind and wait
the bus is only slightly late,

catch your self as it timely calls
for thoughts do fly off far and wide;

allow your always drifting soul
to embrace its returning sun

your pen is my oracular divining
rod, for this parched throat

and in your breath an
impassioned plea escapes

in your sighs, release all
of life's dormant pleasantries.*




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your pigment
      has raised
      delicately
manicured brows

their
    undeterred railing;
      harangue wit,  
shackle eyelids

whether,
      dishevelled compliance,
     rancid breath still concocts  
--perfumed ruin*



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such a beautiful uplifting
as you partake of and join in
this adventurous pursuit
of expression and articulation
of words and lines that adorn;
that shape and form this myriad
of otherwise hidden thought & feeling

perhaps you hung
around him a
little more than

what made for
awkwardness

call it hero
worship - infantile
idolatry; or just

a deep-seated
longing for an
older brother

that you never had

tall, smiling
confident;
nobody's fool

your rescuer when
you released the handbrake
sending dad's cadillac flying

downhill-
lumbering projectile
ravaging through

his mum's front hedge
over their pool,  onto
bar stools and wine bottles

Stevie hopped in, grabbed
and steered and braked
but nothing was never

ever the same again

Fourteen billion ears
And not a pair to listen
Fourteen billion eyes
Ignore the running captions
Seven billion tongues
Wag 24/7 on the web
Still, ******* burn and burst
Never a lack of words to say

would they be
any less -deceased-
or anymore dead

if it got spelt D-E-D?

s'pose what they is
is what they are
none's the wiser*




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you wrapped up all seasons in one
and fashioned so much more;
you brought smiles & tears & shudders,
caused hardest rock to melt
like snow on budding sunrise morns:
never feigning affection nor admitting defeat;
no longer wielding, finally yielding
a refrain that tomorrow shan't repeat
perhaps then, only in reminiscent
sighing balladeers shall ink and sing
of moments you so easily forgot

It might the flying Dutchman be
Or the fame of those fishermen three
How it we walk planks of our own making!

bending upon a bank
of this winsome river
a weepy willow
sighed:
'Oh for the day
that I, my tears
again may find...'


Like a feuilleton
transported on wings of jubilant breath,
so go each wandering thought of our souls,
on carpets that fly the skies of imaginings.





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Author Notes

A blend of western and oriental forms in a fusion of free form. I hope you enjoy this entry.

on fedora hat
getting very fat
cat did sit

everyone here

getting very fit
or gloating with
green-eyed leer*




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Striving toward originality 
results in piece meal offerings - 
bright but witless understanding? 
statements pondering universalities 
feeding warm pulsating bosoms 

idling too long, byte by byte 
millennial automatons marching 
logged-off but only hibernating: 
underneath, aware of scratches 
on rock-faces of now ancient halls.




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a brave new world
many, many woed
each click and turn
makes senses burn
perhaps tomorrow
and its fresh hands
will restore a glow
from faraway lands

do not dismay
the shadows are many
but the smallest spark
lights up the darkest night*



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she dances in fluid time
each step a perfect rhyme
to the drumbeat of my chest
in her embrace well blest

soft music fills the air
fragrance adorns her hair
when she leans in, near
dispels all my former fear

upon that chime of midnight
footsteps fade in dimming light
not a glass slipper left behind
perhaps ‘twas done to be kind*


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Deepest of use, arise, 
surface and make yourself known. 
Here in our verse, 
before our very eyes. 

Don't be obtuse, surprise
For lace and drink aren't thrown
Where blow our verse
Away, from prying eyes.

Deign a ruse to pries
From place holders, flowers grown
There a garden of verse
Our one redeeming prize.

A final click breaks through dense
silence :                                       after
whining spin cycle de crescendo.
From inside womb-like metal tub
emerges a once bright red garment,
its fabric faded, worn, and frayed.

s t r a n g e    d a y s
h a v e    f o u n d
s t r a n g e r    n i g h t s