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Posted by on Sep 23, 2015 in Poetry | 3 comments

DISHABILLE

DISHABILLE All to night, to bed are growing A frenzied and forgetful flowing The apple dappled wood goes down Where the summer sun once built a town Of busy flowers but...

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Posted by on Sep 17, 2015 in Poetry | 1 comment

TRACK 28

TRACK 28

Track 28 now I am thick with memory something in these wet windows and fog smothered roofs in the glistening slate and brick I hear the mumble of commuters and smell...

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