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BruteBitchBastard

              BruteBitchBastard Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  “like murdered singing birds” Lord Alfred turned to singing something worse Than that monstrosity, that attic room Abomination.  He became...

Twenty-four Carat Ecstasy

  Twenty-four Carat Ecstasy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Envisage that you turn his eyebrows gold As Eros’ bow the moment just before He shoots.  Another heart is forced to fold In agony of love. ...

Incapable Beauty

            Incapable Beauty The best thing that the poet pointed out Is that wise roses never know that all Are shriveling, young.  The flowers never pout In sympathy with us.  They never brawl With gods for us, to spare us from some fate We do not know awaits us. ...

After the Regicide

              After the Regicide The cats scream out soprano, tenor love And desperate alto love beneath.  They know A deeper meaning, one of passion, shove And claws we humans have forgotten.  So Intense their hatred which they wrap up in Their wooing that we feel...

Fast

                            Fast I lay my hands against his fur.  Its black Glows, glossed, on light green of our duvet top, The counterpane.  My fingers warm his back And side.  They warm me, too.  My cat’s gone plop To sleep in black and white and green.  This calm...

Love

                               My heart became like smoke or Saturn’s air, A heart that wind can pass through made of mist. My heart took on this life, a demon’s prayer, As dead as that, a glowing demon’s fist. My heart sailed out to find a little ait Where sheep were...