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FireA Poem by hjcmThis rectangle of white does not belong in the (gaudy) surround of the fireplace. Words fill each buttonhole of her jacket and line the s.. |
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The FoolA Poem by hjcmA flash-fire of burning desirecomes over me in an instant,before it all filters back throughand the feeling drains from my face once again.You are dis.. |
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OathA Poem by hjcmIf virtue is the mark of my honour,I must bear every degradation upon my soulwith strength; I must fold up my weak limbsand make a stone of my skin.Th.. |
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Breaking pointA Poem by hjcmSit. Feel it.Bones on wooden chair.And there are so many lovers in countless rooms framed in windows(perfectly)doing what lovers do,making love or mon.. |
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And don't forget to call HillaryA Poem by hjcmI need eight cups of tea a daydo let the cat out dear to keep mynerves in check I must regulate themto stop feminine hysteriaand make myself agreeable.. |
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AngorA Poem by hjcmFences are made to encircle, protect,defend: privacy; possessions out of sight.Tonight; last night; tomorrow night;the glass of the cafetière.M.. |
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Sofa dateA Poem by hjcmBlankets only borrow warmth from the life that beats under skin. Home doesn't come easily when there is only one soul striving within. Drawers rema.. |
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rubbishA Poem by hjcmThe gaps between the rings grow longer,while the silence in the room rings louder,louder than the static in this one connection.Hours pass in irreleva.. |
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Witnesses to unpunished deedsA Poem by hjcmSome benches have eyes - their wooden planks, knots that see and cradle our recumbent forms. Chairs have ears (wing-backed, enfolding .. |
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Birmingham New Street to Aberystwyth, 24.05.2011A Poem by hjcmA song drifts through my mind like the waves that makes the barley sheaves to undulate; the train passes as we drink in a thousand go.. |
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