I
I watched a
thistledown child
glide through a
fairground, silver
balloon bobbing
obedient behind her
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II
He comes round here,
hammering down the door
arse hanging out of his trousers
pissed again, and babbling
about wolves.
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III
A single blossom,
White, in her
Midnight-tangled hair
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IV
We set out across the Sea of Tranquillity,
In a silver boat, and our nacreous oars
Left a milky wake. We were lulled into dreams
filled with white water lilies.
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V
It is a Well Attested Fact
That the Great Belly of the Moon
Brings forth Snakes and Worms
And other Noxious Creatures.
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VI
The moon sings her slow song,
Teaching the sea to dance,
Always a little out of step
With the sun. And why not?
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VII
Harvest nights,
Golden moon,
Secret sweetness
In the apple,
Golden carpet
In the field,
Golden kisses
In the night.
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