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The Sheer Force of

Love
I hadn’t counted on you stepping in,
But here I am, completely enraptured,
And all seems soaked in resplendence.

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Red.

Her wrists bled (red)
She awoke to a generation fuelled
By electronically emitted emotions

Is it no wonder then?
Her wrists bled.

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Mad as March Hare Limerick Month - Day 29

It’s day 29!

There was a young lady from Poole
Who thought she was terribly cool.
She’d spit in the street
So that passer bys feet… 6 more words

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reflections on eclipse

We waited along
with everyone else,
heads craned upwards
as if connected by
invisible thread to the clouds.

I wore a welder’s mask.

I still taste sweat that… 89 more words

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drunk giraffes

I can smell burning on this platform.

Scaffold holds the edifice up.

The cranes
criss-cross the nightscape,

moving like drunken giraffes
piroetting through
mechanical movements.

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State of the Union

Freedom isn’t free.
It’s a mind-numbing,
everyday kind of fight
against the ugly in this world.
It’s trying to calm
the cornered dog,
its claws dug into the ground, 91 more words

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'44

In ’44 they climbed these steps
With Brylcreemed hair and saddle shoes,
While war loomed across the sea and sweet young boys turned into men- 10 more words

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