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Two Wings and the Wind

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Driving round the corner it catches my eye,

Face forward, flying high


No not flying, but lying sturdily aloft,

In a wind breast upping


Resplendently reclining, two wings at full flight,

Strides, gripping an egis,


Whose natural motion of gruff galloping muscles

Aiming at who or what,


For the soreness of the wind beats through a wooden door,

Tearing a house in two.




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Chi

In flow

East to West

Now reversing

Twisting to the North

Potentially on edge

Southern rushes, blasts of Grace

Unkneeling, this gentle feeling

Up turns throwing out all equators

You succumb to the danger, Potato!

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Extraterrestrial

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I weep at the bricks,

put, straightened then streak,

I weep at their sharp edges,

gaunt-grey and shriek,

I have forgotten,

in whose chaos I creep,

And long for margins

of watercolours under my feet. 

 





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extraterrestrial

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Ambition

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Concrete conceit is stranded, still,

Admiring its own horizon,

Arrogantly not understanding,

To turn around,

Only turn around,

No! Doesn't spy the higher ground,

Unseeable, buoyed in a noonday shadow,

It needs disturbing,

Continuing on, onto what is new.

 

Intelligence knows,

To climb and do, 

Burns instead and smiles

Ahead, breathes discreetly,

Rises, strives,

Shines are forward sorting,

Beyond the dark and empty sights,

The glory of a perfect blue,

Ad infinitum




 

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Still at it!!

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A Crime Storey

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Door

ways

slam

foot

steps

stagger

floor

blackens

red

   happens

   Dragged

cloaked

 and

daggered

               into

!                 !

   b a s e m e n t

          (buried)  

 

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hehe whodunnit?? 

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I'm boring you, (I know!)

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The colours of my suitcases are fascinating,

a hooley on hilarity,

Dragging my dramas

from mountain til hilltop,

I can tell by the width of your eyes

And the familiar girth

between your ears

I should unchain them,

then watch them sink.

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Hilarity

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Remembering is a bitch.

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Consequence

is a past tense,

but this  endless exorcism

working through today

is wearing any forgetting away.

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No 108 exorcism  a fiverse

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Fishing

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(1)

An Ulsterman once stood in a river,

he was obviously a taker an' no giver,

For try as he might,

the fish wouldn't bite,

but could he surrender?,' No Niv-ver!'

 

 

(2)

There once was a woman in the water,

where Jaws was known to slaughter,

Though she swam for her life,

like when butter meets the knife,

his teeth made quick work when he caught her!

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Fishing

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Brim'd Stoned

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Ribbed moth,

soft, soft

 

Boomeranged time

mine, mine

 

Bitching light,

bite, BITE!

 

Crushin' scrub,

brim'd stone,

 

Proned face,

safe, safe.



    

 

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Brimstone

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