Martin Dyke Poems

Out into the dead of night;
Out into fear of sin.
Out into no redeeming light;
Out into God's whim.
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He who tortures
He who eats
He who desires.
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Turns round; golden girl.
I am spotty awkwardness-
Flailing and falling.
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Green grass
Gorgeous girl
Bare thigh.
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The veck osooshed her red on his nehznies:
And, my droogs, the dobby vino did please.
The lomtick of platties was peeting krovvy water;
Me glazzers were bolshy at the horrorshow sight.
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I fell down.
The well was black.
A colour in the old days...
Did you still turn lights
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Deep! In the fierce blue yonder
Where brave men fear to go.
Where the mind even fears to ponder
The water's your ultimate foe.
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k3bord br0k
no facebook.
tv br0k
no big bang2.
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If I had life I'd devote it to you;
My lips, if not ash, would kiss your red lips:
My heart, if unrotted, would love you too,
My loving hands would rest light on your hips.
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