sEaN nOrTh


Biography of sEaN nOrTh

sEaN nOrTh poet

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by Holly Karapetkova

Once when the king came looking
I called him a bastard, spat
in the dirt, strapped my weapons on
and rode my blue horse.
My hair was as black as a curse.

But the autumn came
the leaves turned bitter
and the soil laid out its poison.

Now my hair is gray.
The king will find me home
confessing my sins to the priest:
thirty years a rebel, twenty a thief.
All I ask is a coffin tall enough to stand
wide enough to load my gun
and on the right side leave a window

So the swallows will come
driving the spring

Driving my blue horse home.



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dEAr POEmhUntEr

MR French dUde

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cos i don't
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We Drink From Bottle's

Is whatever's clever
whatever's dumb
i want some. How come.
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When whatever's neat
really street
how incomplete. Tastes like meat.
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If whatever shuts
those shut the F#cks Up's
we drink from bottles. Drunk from cups.

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