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She shrieked and screamed and bawled and cried,
"how can something so small make so much noise"
soothing and cuddling and shushing she tri..
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The sky is grey, heavy with dark clouds,that's not a metaphor - autumn is here colder, darker and more miserable, more than that.
They change the c..
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The sailors cling with whitened knuckles to the rigging,
A fierce gail blows, throwing spray and fears of sinking,
They look to the captain, his jac..
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if he flaps his delicate wings
a hurricane starts in my heart
a storm so violent -
we close up the doors and block the windows to keep out the gust..
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A wisp of white smoke rises
floats, slowly twists around itself
it’s translucence casts barely a shadow
which dances lustily and slowly
spre..
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a searching light scrapes the war torn skies
protecting the peninsula from the messerschmidt.
bleary and tired and bloodshot are the eyes
following..
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I dreamt of a land like Coleridge - a distant Zanzibar or Xanadu
Where water flows up and birds can talk and dogs can sing well too
Where nonsense..
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A more sensitive soul would wilt
crumbling, crushed beneath the glares
smashed against the rock - the beauty
duty, a straight-jacket, forced to ..
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Response to Baudelaire's Beauty
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staring at the ground between my feet
rehearsing conversations - practising lines
Leaves golden, dry and twisted flitter across
the space from l..
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