Wednesday, April 7, 2004
THE KILLARNEY LAKE SAGA
Heroes from the highest branches hung, martyred there, their legends left unsung: an ancient lineage lost along the river of Laune, as Killarney regales us with another sad, sad song. We hope for more than mystery, but often fall far short. The Lake has such a history, for leisure and for sport....
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Sunday, March 28, 2004
HIS BLISSFUL IGNORANCE
He used the oldest trick in the book. An intrinsic left-wing hook: He held me with his smile, and teased with his wild, wild look! I must say I liked his style, as he held me mile after mile; I heard all about his fame, and decided to stay for a while. You’re probably not to blame for this...
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THE BALLAD OF SALLY CINNAMON
Little Sally Cinnamon was cunning with a knife, and with such skilful carving cuts, we knew she’d make a wonderful wife. Little Sally Cinnamon was short and quite petite, she was the nicest person you’d ever want to meet. Her hair was red as fire; hung round her head in curls, was long as a willow...
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A RIVER REVERIE
Within his soft caress Like a current bearing me swiftly along I am adrift and yet firmly held: A silent star reflects in his dark sad song. The moon ripples on his eddies so bright And along the estuaries of his calm I ride In the tidal marsh I feel his soft finesse, Low and high as the world is...
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Wednesday, March 24, 2004
ODE TO SHELLEY
Some say she is the Darth Maul of the fashion world: Just a little bit too much. Size Fourteen Small with her flags unfurled; Her full weight upon her crutch: And it is not religion, And it is not democracy, And it is not liberalism And it is not theocracy. Her crutch it is platonic thought, an...
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Monday, March 22, 2004
A BRAND NEW SONNET !!!!!!!!!!
A treasure I found in the park one day Made me smile, it teased me out of thought; The clouds were full and low and dull and gray, I found myself while searching vacant lots! You may think it strange that such a one as I Could still be out of touch with her essence; Yet were you not so certain of...
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Friday, March 19, 2004
terminal communique
apotheosis leads me higher like a smoke sent heavenward by a blazing fire... darkening down my dampened desire the fog now descends like a funeral pyre blazing by night on some terminal screen typing out words, oh what can they mean? wandering forth across voids of time and space leaving the mind...
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Wednesday, March 17, 2004
reverie...
this fallen saint, a failed and fell cruel heart could not betray… dismal is the dawn of a new and leaden day… down upon the dormant dove the gin falls like a cage… in the margins of your eyes i see a half-writ page… perhaps some joyous day awaits when Love herself will shine… perhaps some joyous...
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Friday, March 12, 2004
SMUT
Smut—got it Like a slut Played—like a gull— Pushed away and pulled— In like the tide; Or the canyon’s Grand divide… Can’t you hear the roar Of the distant shore In my bedeviled shell— The one that touches hell— Where the brightest angel’s fell!
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THE PALL OF THE SEA
Call out to me as you fall Fair and free from the wall Where you see my small Son disagree with your tall Large-limbed tree and the pall Of the sea as it balls Like a plea that calls out to me.
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