learning to confess
fond is fondly confess
confess fondly confess
confession rise to a confession
confession rise to be evil
learning to be evil
learning to be fondly

evil confess evil
evil confess fondly
evil is fondly evil
evil is a learning evil
evil is a learning confession
a signature of evil is a signature of a confession
a signature of evil is a signature of learning

learn...

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 

𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 

𝐈 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 ...

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letter to spring / michael kwack

in a wind

there i smell a scent of spring

i've passed the winter away

in a far place alone

but it was now

only hours of emptiness

i've got to write letters

the last confession to myself

then meet the spring

in complete quietness

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Jimmy would stand in queues

he had nothing better to do

it helped him pass the time

busier than any church pew

he might pick the odd pocket

at girls rubbing and grinning

on Saturday go to confession

confess to a vicar his sinning

mam told him to wrap up warm

made sandwiches for his belly

strange folk he met in queues

impatient grown up and smelly

...

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A piece of my yearning

was lost to the churning

sound of a life laid bare

inside the confessional.

Seated beside a lost pirate

of the human race,

stealing unwitting souls

selling my skull and bones

to the undertaker for the

price of my wretched sins.

A reprieve for my soul?

Well, at least, that's what

he promised to me.

I had my doubts and

left him fingeri...

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Is it not the beads you count
Is it not that blessing
Is it not your seated position
on the far side of the screen

It’s here I come and spill
twisting myself as rope
endlessly unknotting 
a constant confessional

And through the cracks
behind the mesh
I feel your furtive eyes 
licking my salacious lines

Dear reader
you are my witness
you are my priest

Is it not the way you br...

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A List Of Things We Buried In The Garden

- A photograph of better times.

- An empty bottle of scotch.

- A well thumbed copy of ‘True Crimes’.

- A useless, broken watch.

- Seven bottles of little white pills.

- A pair of latex gloves.

- A folder with a thousand bills.

- A bunch of dead foxgloves.

- The broken vase they occupied...

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