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Edict

                   Edict How dull the gilded dome seems under clouds Of London gray.  The perfect, swerving shape Looks saddened as if wearing mourning shrouds, Or dirtiness, or veils of thinnest crepe. Such beauty should not be degraded thus. But London,...

Benison

         Benison Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The first of our own daffodils spread out Today and maybe that bright yellow will Reach wider since the sun is now about And shining on the...

God Spoke Today

           God Spoke Today I stumbled down the hill to buy some food For Prospero.  He does not know that I Had been knocked flat by an extremely rude Disease.  In fact he doesn’t know I buy His salmon flakes.  He only knows that they Are spooned for him by me.  Their...

Pathetic Skin, Flesh, “Brain”

Pathetic Skin, Flesh, “Brain” Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Today already, twice, I’ve seen two pics Of tattoos with dickhead spelling mistakes. One says . . . “Musle Healing.” The dopy dicks Who...

 Eurydice behind Orpheus

 Eurydice behind Orpheus Do spirits dress in spirit clothes and shoes? Do spirit sandals make a sound when on The road in night or are they too diffuse Of spirit atoms?  Spirits walk in dawn When desperate.  Pale clothes do not make sound, No swishing in the sunrise. ...