This Raven
this natural world
this need delivering need
this time in its keeping
this graphite sky
this certain projection.
this raven pitched in black scape
this only colour
is its sound.
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A White Oar
drop your warmed heart here
in the svelte tide
a full kiss
upon the tired lips
of your treasure map.
your veins are courting harbours
highways, dells
where loaded cows
topple from
steep serious slopes of a rickety imagination.
linguism of poetry
hieroglyphic and phantic
as printing
and all the
endless, endless, ending love.
all power to you.
I caress the rabbits
in your magic hat of a head
and swim
to your mythic boat
as you leave the sonar harbour.
the rollicks ache with rhyme
and a white oar rolls in anthracite space.
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