Erik Spinoy Poems

Birds fly up

to the unfamiliar branches. The sun
hangs low. Time has revealed itself
and picked leaves, decay - the fruit
of itself, but each time new and
...

Adolf, lucky wolf.

Fabricated black alpha male
who throws himself on sexy hordes,
the overhealthy pack's fornicators.
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A wolf
is like a house
with two gaps gaping:
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Hot and sticky - an iron
diktat from
the local climate.
...

Tigers, grizzlies, lynxes do it
differently: a pike's or carp's leap on
or beside it, a deadly flash, a
murderous blow or total catastrophe.
...

Sometimes in a wolf's body

a blind machine runs
that repeats and
bangs and bangs
...

Scarcely have they found

a skeleton in the attic
in an old wardrobe
...

It was almost
a cold case

found by anglers
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Photo
after photo
after photo
after photo
...

It was an afternoon
of petrified hours
whiter still than bone
I was not
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