god dead dog
aims lips of ooze
fruit of strength
tongue of passion,
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Good evening
I write for a living
Or describe and think
With a visionary zeal
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Dylan Thomas rode up the highway in Milton
His warbling jowls ruddy with drink
At 99 he’s seen the howling
World with egrets and sea eagles
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In two foot of water
Foaming like baking soda
8 footer in front
You’re far enough back
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The winds groan through virgin pine valleys
as we sit and puzzle over the death
and birth of two nations so remote
they might as well be brothers.
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Gambolling gaze across Mount Ainslie
where the azure spray of impeachment blue
meets the harassing nature of gumfull land,
as the heat eases its way into eye sockets
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Riverlets of summer rain
cascade down the outurned
window as lightening strikes
pale Ludwigian tragedy;
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i sit on my roof watch the alien birds fly wine and treats to a nest in the Japanese maple ~ i understand the valley breeze puffing up my nose ~ its hook reserved for flicking raindrops when the blackcloud dumps ~
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In autumn, I tend to
my words and write of
the plane crossing the sun.
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