1 Flashbackflesh
In all the bare, blue plunge of rue-you-through -
the two of who? My muscled shoulder,
and this right hand lifting up your tender head
to see the me-in-thee, you-gripping-me
and all the we of be. It flees and screes and
after-shes, like treading flint-seethe grey
on crumbling slopes adown at Sherringham.
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2 Eccentric
And then up late with that I find,
to try to ditch the glitch on phone
(I failed), I find myself outside, lost
in garden, paper (cracker) hat, shirt and
shorts, with stars and gibbous moon
and Jupiter and Mars, seas.
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Winter Trails
PoetryWinter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it...
