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Blistered

in my soul she dances on,

tuned to a polka her feet,

swish of expensive velvet

big teeth white and neat

 

dance band chords echo

wind and brass combine

but can't erase the stink

of spilt burnt turpentine

 

smoke up my nostrils

provoked by her deeds

loung lizards basking

careless of my needs

 

tunes one after another

standards she'd adored

at her f...

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Brimstone Heart

you say I'll get what's coming to me

that I'll pay for making your life hell

one day I'll be on the receiving end

when hot flames I no longer quell

 

there's a smouldering hell in every heart

waiting its moment to rise up and burn

it lurks beneath the smiles and glances

you're lucky if you don't get your turn

 

yet I never meant to make you suffer

I'm no saint but ...

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Saddlesore

It seems only yesterday we were fine

How I yearned for the feel of your mouth

Your every touch would set me on fire

Whether north west east or south

 

The sight of smoke on the horizon

Haunts me now when I look back

For it was over yonder hill we flourished

Before my thoughts turned so black

 

That  dark column taunts my tortured eyes

Acrid embers still fly off in ...

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Safe

on the roof hawk chicks

secure at

twenty-three

floors high

nestle their mother

under bright sun

watching

the male soar

free to hunt,

enquiring amber eyes seeing

colours we can't

no

flames

disturb the

eyrie no

screams ascend or

smoke black as

seventy-one funerals

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