Richard Craven Poems

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Extract From My Ongoing Heroic Couplet Satire, The Wokeiad

Yet tarries not, but spreads again her wings,
Spangling the welkin with brown stinking things.
This time the demon's course is Eastward set,
Faster than snail but not as quick as jet,

From The Sonnets, Mostly Bristolian

Sonnet 23
There is a grove past which the Avon flows
where Squalor's hierophants have built his shrine;
and here with heroin and Buckfast wine,

From The Odes, Epigrams, & Further Sonnets

Diverse Knaves & Harlots, at Dawn in Bristol, Having Drugged

A specious dawn bleeds into spurious day.

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