Monthly Archives: October 2014

More gloom

ERASED The hour-glass minutes decades flowing fast sand in my eyes that weep, the grit that tears crystallize round, those pearls that were my years sea-changing all I see. I don’t know it’s the last word she will say in … Continue reading

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It’s sometimes a curse to have to write these

VELMA DE SELBY BOWEN Soaring like larks, strong as bridge cable steel, sweet as the darkest honey, velvet tone. Her voice could fool you – you and you alone the one she sang to. She could make you feel lost … Continue reading

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Grim one

MACABRE Cold earth unquiet hard. A tangled sheet round dried white limbs that do not cramp or ache. Death’s a discomfort that can never wake though skull stretch yawn. Plague death stalks empty street And we rise not to dance … Continue reading

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This is an answer of sorts to a Sophia Blackwell poem

MAPPLETHORPE TO SMITH I passed from life. You wept. In death we’re slow as a bad phonecall buzzing on the line. I was your muse of sorts as you were mine along with dicks and flowers. I still know that … Continue reading

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I wrote this one when things had first gone bad.

NIGHTPIECE I do not know quite how I sacked my muse. Perhaps it’s me that is now unemployed. A while pale angry, now blushred annoyed. I don’t think this the ending I would choose Terse emails. Sudden silence on the … Continue reading

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This one wrote itself in ten minutes in the interval at Bar Wotever

LIES Now, looking back, each kiss feels like a slap, Each tenderness a momentary pinch Along a nerve. We rewrite inch by inch Our history now love’s become mishap An anecdote we cry about in bars Or to drag sympathy … Continue reading

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Some last poems of the sequence that’s dominated this year

CODA One dawn I’ll wake, and pain’s become a bore, my language of romance grown harsh and terse. No sonnet left to mock you or to curse Love’s playful vestiges a tiresome chore I’d rather dust, or sweep, or scrub … Continue reading

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