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October complete

My muse undresses,
warm white flesh.
Her corset rests
caressed, 62 more words

Poetry

October complete

My muse undresses,
warm white flesh.
Her corset rests
caressed,

in autumn tones
of red and russet brown.

Skirts of blue
forget-me-nots
her hem,
warm breathe… 82 more words

Irish Writer

rehab did my muse to death. (SONG MAYBE)

rehab did my muse to death.
busted out
of that mess
walked out the door,
past the guard
i turned west.
and left.

i gotta run… 416 more words

Irish Writer

Morning Sex

The tangled mesh of morning fog.
A weave of silver veils gently
teasing.
clouds of tiger iris dawns
and claws of golden rays.

Stretched taut on silken threads. 77 more words

Irish Writer

Attenborough at ninty

Macaque monkeys make nests
in steel canopies of canvas leaves.
Night falls across a neon world,
bull frogs call to blushing brides
on water lily pads. 100 more words

Irish Writer

I am desert

I am desert
Young still, the song of rain and
grass still coursing deep
in shrinking veins, underground.
The thunder of hooves, buffalo
and killers in pursuit, 121 more words

Poetry

Forgotten

Summon,
through lace and glass,
from auras of pulsing stars.
trembling leaves or naked branches,
depending on the season.

Summon
grim masked monsters.
The toothed, the clawed. 96 more words

Irish Writer