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Category: Original Poetry

blight

Posted on 30/05/2020 by Mark Prisco

Margret’s long dead.   This is what’s wrong with the world. I demand but know no heaven here can fix; that an ideal ultimately falls also.   Who restores her to me?   14/04/20

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trump 20/20

Posted on 27/05/2020 by Mark Prisco

as president, trump can do what he likes. he can do nothing; incite violence. deflect blame. murder truth. liberate michigan, minnesota.   one masked protester held a sign that said: covid19 is a lie.   (dante is right to suggest that fraud is worse than physical violence. more profound)  

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at the university lakes

Posted on 26/05/2020 by Mark Prisco

i’m also a poet as well as the swine who wrote the shopping list (see above). i like to emulate the simplicity of it (the list). i thought to present ‘milk/bread/sugar/eggs’ as a poem but didn’t have the stomach for it, the confidence that i was saying something worthwhile.   i turn my back to…

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desk

Posted on 21/05/2020 by Mark Prisco

i am empty.   delicate. some user took a knife to me, in some bored or intolerable moment; the interlude between two zeros, a     dense nothingness      you      can’t see thru or wonder        at its obliquity, what it is – before the advent of internet. it’s too late, at any rate, to…

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colony

Posted on 19/05/2020 by Mark Prisco

men club together for protection. it’s physical, & also psychological.   we’re forced together, caught in the swarm & build to be warm & sheltered.   i can’t (example) avoid radio; classic hits, commercials; the flippant tone of djs amused by their own eloquence. i mean: do they breed them? because they come in 2…

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tyger

Posted on 09/05/2020 by Mark Prisco

come for tea. demolish me. stay for breakfast. complain that the toast is burnt.   say you love me. rape me again. let me feel your hot effluence over me.   do me in a minute. do me quick.

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waves

Posted on 28/04/2020 by Mark Prisco

He lies for the sun smiles & shadows play the waves of grass; & nothing changes.   She thinks. Time’s constructed from bits, remnants the river flings; is aware   bare paws pad the shore. There are gods here also who know the pull & counter-pull;   the waves that roll yr canoes;   long…

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drive in the country

Posted on 22/04/2020 by Mark Prisco

you too have asked Who am I & not waited for an answer.   meanwhile there’s a house we might live in.   some rustic shack & the wet asphalt is streaked yellow.   there’s danger in the storm-rent sky, on the crest of hill   we feel; it exists – in the mind for…

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a reading of poetry at the Waikato Museum

Posted on 07/04/2020 by Mark Prisco

I thought to stand on the top stair, check my watch smile for 10 minutes & not talk.   it’s pretend, & how do i descend after that sip my drink as if it never happened; digest club sandwiches; delicates; anglosaxon monosaturates &,   an hour later, when i’m in-doors & i’m nothing particular…  …

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The Son’s Confession.

Posted on 02/04/2020 by Dove Grey

One day I’ll be famous, with power and great wealth, I’d be in perfect body of sound mind and good health. Everyone will like me, I’d be of good repute, If a person contradicts me, my butler will refute Them, and put my reputation on a silver pedestal, No-one knows what else I do so…

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dog

Posted on 31/03/2020 by Mark Prisco

I can’t leave a room like you can so no-one notices.   i soil the moment blow the candle b/ween us when i’m speaking.   no-one hates me not ever.   i could step on shit, walk it on the carpet & it wouldn’t matter.   i’m only 50 & my cousin’s son is dead…

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freedom

Posted on 21/03/2020 by Mark Prisco

commit me.   i need like a bird needs the sky to be held, cut   short it hurts like   & so i say, for instance, let the horses go; dogs also. i’m not ready but   i’ve sunk my fists in the vanity & not looked at the mirror. heard between my ears…

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