jean maudit Biography

It's as though windmills
had spun a bris marine
to billow autumn like a galleon
over the waves of the park,
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“The balcony never lets me down.
London floods in light below and stars
flock onto my hands.
Born on the banks of the old docks,
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Even the solitary drinker in me
doesn't want to know.
I've spilt myself too many times,
knocking over the holy wine.
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I ask do not enquire further
than the waves breaking.
I've stopped the boat to wait
under lamplights before.
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I don‘t want to mention the sea
in this poem, it might come
between us. I'd swim it anyway
to reach your breasts again.
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