Collabent Crutch
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The Taste of Dying DecemberA Poem by Collabent CrutchNot quite a story, and not quite poetry- stream of contemplations on the chink-metal sea, and the Death of December. |
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Permafrost VoiceA Poem by Collabent CrutchI drifted away from an old friend who became a bit unrecognizable to me- and perhaps I became just as foreign- this poem is about that bitter change |
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Ocean Haiku I-IVA Poem by Collabent CrutchFoggy green OceanThe swampy light lurchingIn his black-stone eyesSunset Cloud like aCherry-Red flying saucer-Crickets in the DunesRaccoon roves the be.. |
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That Cloud Looks Like an AngelA Story by Collabent CrutchSome surly, dark-humoured scratch about human frailty- takes place on a hot moldered afternoon in the groin of the city on a patch of grass. |
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