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She always tried to wind him up, but no matter the buttons she pushed he remained calm; keeping his accordion close to his chest.
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Rosanna was the daughter
he would never have, a fleeting
thought in a young man’s mind,
a reason that became no more
than hope, and his one source
of longing.
Bats in Batter
Like a beer-battered bat at dusk
I pursue my blind bisecting,
cutting the deep crisp skin
never finding the change –
the flaw origin.Another day, another year,
another life will pass away
before daybreak arrives
and I find my headstone
covered in red roses -thistles line the paths in shadow
and the lawn no longer mowed
and the sad shrubs that once
bore fruit: sweet, sweet
truth.Like a broken bat at first light
I return to the cave called home
and the headstone of old
in waiting,all roses long since gone,
withered lives paired up
in a marriage of doom,like a pawn in a game of chess
already won: purposeless, yetawaiting the next game.
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i
i am not grown up yet, barely reach
the threshold for glyphs, an uptight
upright with a speck of dust hovering.
i am to you and You a mere minor:
an ell callously knifed but safe
in survival; a divided soul searching
for home to become as intended
a freestanding character
a moral champion for the self
without neither head nor tail: an
I – proud to be upright.
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I remember; recall and relive
Every silent scream sent Your way
Every cold cut of steel received
Every thought of escape perish.
I remember. Yes, I remember
Those dreary days of growing
The small-biped instruction manual
Unfitting a roadrunner – read
and reread.
I remember. Yes, I remember
The phoney foundations built
Like a yesterday’s shivering shower
Washing away like a torrent of tears
The last of the lingering hopes.
I remember. Yes, I remember
I remember, I recall and I relive
Every silent scream I sent Your way
Every cold cut of steel I received
Every thought of my escape perish.
I remember. Yes, I remember
Everything.
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For the One Still Searching
Through a moaning mist of future days
Thorough silent creaking shadows
Mindlessly dancing, Purpose twirls
In search of something
A solid something: a break
Caught and claimed
As finders keepers; Purpose twirls
The cotton skirt flutters and flies
Around the red raving sandals
Keeping Purpose afloat, hovering
Above the safety of solid ground;
Eternity half gone, Purpose goes on
Searching for someone to seduce –
For the one still searching.
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A Fortune Told
Time reared its rusty scythe
towards the fortune-teller;
a fortune-told now rests
beyond the reach of existence;
time moves on, ticking to unwind
the perpetual feathers tickling
the twinkling eyes of night
into laughter.
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Teddy
Teddy did not move
, but there was room:
no
physical constraints
no
chains;
Please move I said, the basin
is dry
now, the demons gone
and I have this towel
to dry those weary eye
s,
– lakes never swim the poster claim
, but Teddy remain s
in stasis: soaked yet
dry; his eye
prostituted like
the dove I bought
at breakfast;
Teddy did not see my chain
placed upon his furry skin
Teddy did not move
, ever again
.
A Favour SVP: Amazon search for missing books
I am having a dispute with Amazon. They claim my books are available for purchase in all of their regions, but when I look I find that in some regions they are listed as unavailable or not found at all (which is strange considering they are print-on-demand).
I am hoping that this is because I am searching from the UK, so I am looking for a few volunteers to do a quick search in their local Amazon (.com .ca .es .fr .au etc.) and message me the following:
– seller: who is selling the books, is it Amazon or some third-party seller
– availability: if you can purchase them, and if they are available through Amazon Prime
– Price: in your local currency
Please search for these two ISBNs:
9781916364301 (Ghosts)
9781916364318 (Imbalance)
With Thanks 💜