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Posted by on Jul 25, 2014 in Poetry | 2 comments

NETFLIX

NETFLIX Seven seasons in seven days A child grows to hulking man, As abed I bathe in opiated waves Remote control in hand. Bad becomes good when pressed Into a wine and...

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Posted by on Jul 11, 2014 in Poetry | 0 comments

21 FIRST AVENUE

21 First Avenue Once I lived in the dust of cockroaches The pipes clanked with hammers at night The bedroom was small and the kitchen tight And the view down the...

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Posted by on May 28, 2014 in Poetry | 0 comments

INVISIBLE MAN

Invisible Man Since I have mastered the art of the ghost No one can see me and I am happily lost. A hazard of light glazing a puddle, The edge of a shadow stuck in your...

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Posted by on Feb 13, 2014 in Poetry | 1 comment

Wring the Dark

If I could wring The dark from my brain, What of the spark Would remain? The matter is grey. Light itself is a stain In the colourless flux Of a winters day. And this...

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