Do not sneer at this poem Call me a bard of doom But do not sneer at this poem: The searing sun tickled the ribs of the sky it all stared, yes, that tragedy began with a safe smile squirting in the form of slender drizzles like sick tubers. they say Mother Nature is slow to anger indeed, a […]
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She Climaxed she starts with a song. suddenly, a dirge too limp with grief, like the skies in Pompeii. it’s killed the birds in my heart, ships stagger like a drunk, into the white-blush of maddened waves. the earth popped open as an old wine bursts froth; like a hungry lioness she opened her jaws separating families with […]
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Pray, tell! Who plunged this abominable steel Into the great Iroko? There where lesser trees flanked The surviving relic of the realm. Who shot the gilded eagle Before it had executed the gods’ task But like Marathon Never relished the reward Save for Nirvana’s nicest niche. Who hurled bombs To this ancient market Where the gods send sale-spirits: […]
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