Poetry

Poppy Nogood (Excerpt)

Weeping chest

drips round to my head-bleeds

and nose runs empty, formless

face figured empty drooping

wordless being

playing fun in the mirror

reflected

heavy lidded

shattered ringing locking out

and out the the noise

weeping out the the chest

drifting as possible

about waves to when

took higher until empty

water bucket beneath

stacked high on once shelves

one women man power house

still on the waves

wind gets down as business

is on the up

turn spike

eel deaded

someone shed skin

fire on the waves

mermaid kin sirens

wail

flies the messenger

around cloud cover

family drains

empty flooded

Oh oh

oh oh

ooh oo oh ooo

ooh oo

oh oh

ohoh

ooh oh

uh oh

oh ooh

Uh oh

oh ooh

Uh oh

oh oh

Uh oh

Ooh ooh

I MUST ADMIT, JUST WHEN I THINK I’M KING, JUST WHEN I THINK I’M KING, I MUST ADMIT, JUST WHEN I THINK I’M KING

ohoh

oohooh

oohohh

uh oh ohh oh

ohoh

oh

uoh

uh oh

oh oh

uh oh

oh oh

uh oh oh oh

uh uh oh ooh

I MUST ADMIT, JUST WHEN I THINK I’M KING, JUST WHEN I THINK I’M KING, I MUST ADMIT, JUST WHEN I THINK, EVERYTHING’S GOING GREAT, I GET THE BREAK, HEY, GONNA TAKE IT ALL,

WHEN I’M KING!

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ohhoh

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oh o-oh

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oh –oh

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oh oh

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Movements On Kate

Moments of Together

After a while of unwinding myself I looked at the clock and said, oh, is it nighttime already?

My hair, long damp strands just showered, hung over my wife's breasts,

She'd asked me for the time,

I'd finish painting in the morning.

Water colour pink and green.

The gardeners would garden my plot of roses and grass

And potatoes that sag out of the sack I had planted them in.

In carefree days before suppertimes.

You'd hunt like wild boys,

Carrion carry on.

Now grow,

To bite the fingers that bind you.