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Month: November 2017

muses, help me

Posted on 29/11/2017 by Mark Prisco

Is it true if you is cool hang loose lie still long enough you can see the animals of the garden, trees as symbols, the soft gods that dwell among the first knot of men, curious; the careless weeds free of the tyranny of summer lawns – man before   the law. I am done….

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distractions

Posted on 27/11/2017 by Mark Prisco

The cat                                    sprang across the lawn   the bird between his jaws                                   I hadn’t thought   much of it                                because I was caught   on the …   A friend won big                                   on the Melbourne Cup                       Was   too drunk to call on my birthday which is cool   & this…

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it raineth

Posted on 26/11/201726/11/2017 by peterlebaige

it raineth anyone could see the rain’s set in ‘the rain it raineth everyday’* in for the long haul down ridge and range on paddock and muddy track the low clouds kapok coming undone the rain falling on bowsprit and cockpit jacketed slick under canvas moored boats unresting spreading oil and lamp-lit shine on asphalt…

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a single line that creeps in.

Posted on 24/11/201724/11/2017 by Taylor John

A SINGLE LINE THAT CREEPS IN. -Written by Taylor John. I. How Is Your Sentence? – I, have: no – Widow? – (Then) How, is: your – sentence? – Naught – by, The Sun; nor – The Icicle! – Now – leave, those Little Gloves – and, The Pre-Loved Clothing! (Don’t – try, to undo…

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afterword

Posted on 24/11/2017 by Mark Prisco

there’s no future in writing poems about writing poems.   the critics of the next age will know you crapped out   with nothing better to say.   This poem, for example, is nothing   apart from what it says & what it does   to you – to see me go – as the…

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from Workers of the Hours # 2

Posted on 24/11/201724/11/2017 by Dean English

1 I pulled out, blind on my left, condensation on windows on the passenger side, cobwebs and night dew on the rearview mirror— pulled into traffic and didn’t care: if it is algorithms we base decisions on I hadn’t factored out as far as Pluto contracted with one of the moons of Saturn relative Sirius…

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unfinished scraps

Posted on 22/11/2017 by Mark Prisco

because I’ve had every sickness there is, I’ve become immune to everything.   I don’t care that you’re violent, say things that aren’t true,   & that I talk when it makes no difference.   2   my dog got his eye cut, & now we’re looking for some left-handed cat last seen heading north…

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THE MUSE.

Posted on 22/11/201723/11/2017 by Taylor John

THE MUSE.-Written by Taylor John. – The muse locks me to itself as if it’s one cuffed naked to a bed. (Don’t worry, I’m not naked!) – Baaahaaaaa alwayd the muse. -ha, yep! I am, trying to kill them all in my manuscripts! With, a blade! In, trying to kill, my sheets! Or, at least…

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DIRTY LAUNDRY DRAPES HER PATHETIC HEAD.

Posted on 22/11/201723/11/2017 by Taylor John

DIRTY LAUNDRY DRAPES HER PATHETIC HEAD.-Written by Taylor John. I Close My Eyes (Song). V.1 I close my eyes – for, the pretty girl – I see; Her hands – so, young – young, like me. I’ve got – the wild cat – as, a charm; Likes – her, lonely wounds licked: she – does…

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RUBBISH SPRINKLES!

Posted on 22/11/201723/11/2017 by Taylor John

Rubbish Sprinkles.-Written by Taylor John. I. FAMILY. I. Lucky Rats! Law – has, won – and, undignified most Big Teethed..? THE RAW – Have’th, it’s Nonsense.. II. The Smoke! It – thought, That – ought, To be – Right? It – has been, In everything! (Even – in, Your, Plastic Soul..? (If – only, I’m…

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for a politician

Posted on 20/11/2017 by Mark Prisco

your voice broke & I could tell it was genuine.   I took the piss & some slagged you off for it, but I was quite moved,   Jacinda; even your name is like petals.

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up this high

Posted on 19/11/2017 by peterlebaige

up this high up this high my horse chipping ice under hoof looking down over pine in shadow toward the valley of dry winter pasture in sun my guide grown in the moods of this mountain light assuring me the horse knows well how to step & where behind i see ridge taking ridge in…

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