Short
drifting
purposeless
daring nothing lines
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Uncounted Iraqi cities dead
achilles hung the history bleed
out, crimes to hide, conquest
vile, ordered by false prophets.
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Into lives false prophets amble
posing: villains or nature’s gamble?
Eggs cosmic radiation’s banquet
cruel near death doses of rads
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I am Sir poet to you, kiss my pen.
Modern poetry of course, or is that chopped up prose
with a few rhymes thrown in, that is
so I can ponce around in pseudo artsy dignity
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Abandoned prams, empty identical wired
with white typed feeding bibs about
and missing their coin deposits, chains dangling, unhired.
Staggering down the street they come, accepted
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Deeply into this ocean before me stare
that I might learn and learning be released.
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Modernists fall to saying
shades of one aesthetic
boastful genius skipping
psyche shouting – mad writ.
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Kinetic energy is like my experience of emotion
So powerful and painful and sad this is
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So we'll no more go a fishing
only father proud son
quiet strength of huddled waiting
sharing enough reason.
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Can the million smile, death maker
on royal walk about, not shake?
The truly righteous criminal menace -
ancient civilisations his legacy
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