Douglas Scotney Poems

A poet on fire
fires one after another,
gets addicted, can't stop;
fires:
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No cap? Cap? Beanie?
One blanket? Two?
Doors open? Closed?
Underpants? Shorts? Longs?
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My homm^ says
a decastere is ten steres.
I have to look up 'stere':
it's a cubic metre,
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If I say 'cot cote, cot cote, cot cote, cot cote'
I'm speaking systalticly:
alternately contracting and dilating,
pulsating like a heart.
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But for whatever -
were there not whatever -
Ned Kelly would have been
William Shakespeare.
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How the Greek ‘store', the apothēkē,
became the Spanish ‘store', the bodega,
is plain to hear and see.
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Polling shows
the well-earned stench of the incumbent right
as less redolent than it was,
and the sweetish smell of its fairer opponent
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Zeitgeist dilution
and delayed solution
from beautiful paintings and rhymes
of subjects serene
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Northumberland, you'd think,
would be reduced to Nor-thum;
but driving from Berwick
to Hadrian's Wall
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Denebola
is from arabic
dhanab al-assad,
which means 'the tail of the lion'.
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