an old man upstairs has fits of coughing

women make his bed creak fit to bust

he's some sort of evangelical preacher

an expert on the perils of human lust

bones in bright sunshine or pouring rain

pressed down by limbs that rarely speak

contorted versions of my wide-open legs

I could make his bed wake up and creak

do my vows still apply after these years?

did I ...

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she would swear curses

at adversaries she hated,

enemies got bad scrams,

their prospects down-rated

I'd smile, it seemed a joke,

her mother's just the same,

superstitious nonsense,

some daft witches' game

yet was it really so silly,or

was there something to it?

some victims took poorly,

there was never a minute

free of tragic local news,

some o...

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The heat of a sultry summers day

and the news wasn’t good,

you were going away.

Vow’s made by the lovers brook

are just trickling memories

of a love that you took.

A heart that once was full of life

is now but an empty shell

on the edge of a knife.

A vignette, closing in on a world,

as into the deep dark abyss

my mind was hurled.

Dreams and g...

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