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  The meridian is skewed the crew are all malaria and stewed The longitudes have changed we have been exchanged seas The coastline of castles cragged above the feather nested beds of head The dreaming squires under skies of cadmium blue Oh how I flew to be with you honey boo Inside the dome sealed cavernous yawn of chasm cracked and horned Where the twinkle bells of fells and dells haunted by our older selves The caves and mossy lime twigged dawn Sometime later a satyr who is just a childish faun Under a wavering sun our doom already begun we were softly spun Visiting lands with no day and then sleep but no night Some spiteful imp empties sympathy delightfully In a harbour called Grudge some drudge in a kitchen is already bitching about the sludge In elemental principles the crucible of life is forced to include its own source Among the caskets and hatchets of the market basks the young archer Saracen scimitar of Persian silver with its vibrating runic pulse in his tunic holster The Punic wars adores such a man !    

more spruik-free poesy

more spruik-free poesy

 

The meridian is skewed the crew are all malaria and stewed

The longitudes have changed we have been exchanged seas

The coastline of castles cragged above the feather nested beds of head

The dreaming squires under skies of cadmium blue

Oh how I flew to be with you honey boo

Inside the dome sealed cavernous yawn of chasm cracked and horned

Where the twinkle bells of fells and dells haunted by our older selves

The caves and mossy lime twigged dawn

Sometime later a satyr who is just a childish faun

Under a wavering sun our doom already begun we were softly spun

Visiting lands with no day and then sleep but no night

Some spiteful imp empties sympathy delightfully

In a harbour called Grudge some drudge in a kitchen is already bitching about the sludge

In elemental principles the crucible of life is forced to include its own source

Among the caskets and hatchets of the market basks the young archer

Saracen scimitar of Persian silver with its vibrating runic pulse in his tunic holster

The Punic wars adores such a man !

 

 

NERYS

I know more than I should of her foreign waves In swirling streams of green colour Riding her dolphinfish like a little courtesan Bobbing on the eddies the cream foam of aphrodites birth When beautiful winds blow in from exotic climes and times Bringing promises of divine spine of speed the seed of universes The verses of gods own song are preached in a moment of truce All those cats from Troy with their pretty boy Paris now plastered in an inn The greeks move in man and they seek the sweetest revenge hell bent on leather and plumed to the nines those lusty Aegean sons riding over Poseidons turquoise ripple those currents flow from some strange spring  my main fellow hello do you hear? Inside the plutocrat frame  they already have your image and a name When his Malevolence arrives your bluster will be just dust in the desert of some African tribe. When the Norns cut your chord short on a battlefield bought with song Everything your lyre told you was wrong Well thronged with vassals in the port of Joppa see me jostled by the lord Some thug took a swing the drug hooked something slugged me out of the ring I blame the evil snake who in golden boughed apple tree did seduce the all- mother as she reached for that ruby fruit a pain did shoot across the sky and wolves began to howl in some sudden icy hell and moons fell in hidden fields of the sea where plankton glimmer lifelessly and razortooth viper shark awaits the shards of comet and the souls of sailors who drowned in wines marshes But that wily feathered pretty serpent with his bangles of amethyst Talking in an accent half Yorkshire half worm Guile and subterfuge laid on […]

no spruiky onlee poem

no spruiky onlee poem

I know more than I should of her foreign waves

In swirling streams of green colour

Riding her dolphinfish like a little courtesan

Bobbing on the eddies the cream foam of aphrodites birth

When beautiful winds blow in from exotic climes and times

Bringing promises of divine spine of speed the seed of universes

The verses of gods own song are preached in a moment of truce

All those cats from Troy with their pretty boy Paris now plastered in an inn

The greeks move in man and they seek the sweetest revenge

hell bent on leather and plumed to the nines

those lusty Aegean sons riding over Poseidons turquoise ripple

those currents flow from some strange spring  my main fellow

hello do you hear?

Inside the plutocrat frame  they already have your image and a name

When his Malevolence arrives your bluster will be just dust in the desert of some African tribe.

When the Norns cut your chord short on a battlefield bought with song

Everything your lyre told you was wrong

Well thronged with vassals in the port of Joppa see me jostled by the lord

Some thug took a swing the drug hooked something slugged me out of the ring

I blame the evil snake

who in golden boughed apple tree did seduce the all- mother

as she reached for that ruby fruit a pain did shoot across the sky

and wolves began to howl in some sudden icy hell

and moons fell in hidden fields of the sea where plankton glimmer lifelessly

and razortooth viper shark awaits the shards of comet

and the souls of sailors who drowned in wines marshes

But that wily feathered pretty serpent with his bangles of amethyst

Talking in an accent half Yorkshire half worm

Guile and subterfuge laid on like honey

The vile old dragon choking on gold

The same old devils cool off in this ocean

And their steam forms little clouds that rain on in the distance

And the droplets float in the air transparently opaque

The drake of hearts flowers in its wake

But in the depths the krakens heart will break

 

 

 

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