Brian Taylor Poems

The ugly sister, Alice,
glared at the mirror with reflected malice;
gave a grin
and blew a bubble;
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Rabbit
with a habit
lived in a hole
next to Vole.
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In the Beginning
(or perhaps a little later)
there was I.
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Nobody will hear you dead.
It may be
in time
someone will remember
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The explorer draws his map
and plunges into space.
Why should he stumble on
at every fresh mishap
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Meister Eckhart says:
The eye with which I
see God
is the same with which God
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Ice, thick,
as I have never seen
on Cherwell.
Jagged, floating towards Isis.
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Of building houses there is no end
with bricks and feelings thoughts and mind,
using the universal glue
that clings and sticks and binds.
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Long Wig up on his High Chair
stares at Long hair standing there
below him in the dock.
'I cannot deviate from the Law, '
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Wind blows.
Rattled an invocation
two thousand years old
from bronze temple bells.
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