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I hear that man. Cool write.
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Read MoreAncient road abuzz with thosethat long agoleft the pavement a can of thoughtstruck with lucid spade... town chow drylike a mouse in the oven: thunder, now passed,praising rain on a lean-to...this high & skyfull of mist & wist, satisfied shine, richwith daggered eyes...
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Nice set up. Can’t wait to read the rest
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Powerfully penned, Benjamin. I concur with Fia, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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thunder, now passed,
praising rain on a lean-to…
this high & sky
full of mist & wist,satisfied shine, rich
with daggered eyes in flight…
earth & alighted, poor
with cosmic delusion…cockatrice glare
through fog & moon. -
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‘thunder, now passed,
praising rain on a lean-to…
this high & sky
full of mist & wist,satisfied shine, rich
with daggered eyes in flight…
earth & alighted, poor
with cosmic delusion…cockatrice glare
through fog & moon.’Superbly but subtly visual, pensive yet explicit? Why not, sez I.
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Read MoreHome is where you are chipping the stoneto grave applause a look in the eyeswhen the lights go down awake to crouching (sure) ~the stars are not right for a place in.betweendilated paranoia, a mawkish glassfor snorting pastwith a...
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This gives me the scene of a poet upon a stage, reciting their words to an eager crowd. I have a feeling that reciting it makes it stronger. A voice that knows where the bullets go.
Strong write. Awesomely done.
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Read MoreBlood in: so daft in my grave, a fresh-cut flesh-nutslips & falls into proverbial groove through an open vein- this sleepaway cavecraved awakeon chords of lightthrough ancient rowswhere I soak my cellsin the green sereneslurping gasoline a break from thoseunblinking high beam ~eyes at nonsense rituals cleaving clean: this all-seeing dreamwinked at...
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I feel this piece. Nice