They couldn't avoid rowing,
their vein rivers manifestly flowing,
fine threads weaving the wild.
Until that wisdom tames,
ugly ice creaks and breaks,
uterrances, faint bonds.
Weave names to lay love down.
Sudo Poetry
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
Saint Olaf by Ian McMichael
I was little and towered
over him, but came later to his crowd.
Found his pieces, gathered them.
If saints dye their grey hairs.
If they prey with pale girls.
If their bones the priests bless.
If their tracksuits match mine.
over him, but came later to his crowd.
Found his pieces, gathered them.
If saints dye their grey hairs.
If they prey with pale girls.
If their bones the priests bless.
If their tracksuits match mine.
New Castle by Ian McMichael
Sworn brothers, like fuck let's row.
How once I held him down, swore with fists, so
going south he found this end.
Old end, no new blood oath,
old eyes, snake staring south
over glistening myth.
I swept his arms away.
How once I held him down, swore with fists, so
going south he found this end.
Old end, no new blood oath,
old eyes, snake staring south
over glistening myth.
I swept his arms away.
At Stikklestad by Ian McMichael
Half stout, half mild, leave it there,
no need to row, to waste the land or bear
their lingering legacy.
At Stikklestad , drink-full,
a groggy sleep is all
a man needs to fail, fall.
How water washes all.
no need to row, to waste the land or bear
their lingering legacy.
At Stikklestad , drink-full,
a groggy sleep is all
a man needs to fail, fall.
How water washes all.
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Change to the Setlist by Dr. Sarah Cavendish CBE
Without it being explained
the next morning mutilated remains
(stains, a furred torso and flies)
endorsed a bulimic
escapism; ad hoc,
effluent as OPEC.
'Lucky' was third encore.
the next morning mutilated remains
(stains, a furred torso and flies)
endorsed a bulimic
escapism; ad hoc,
effluent as OPEC.
'Lucky' was third encore.
Wednesday, 30 June 2010
Podsol by Mrs. Mkwekwe Mbogo
Untying silt weed root knots
shown the sun and giving way to plant pots,
got to stem the growth of earth.
Each hand a verdant spade,
ellipsid shadow the
elm flower can't evade.
Her cat can count to three.
shown the sun and giving way to plant pots,
got to stem the growth of earth.
Each hand a verdant spade,
ellipsid shadow the
elm flower can't evade.
Her cat can count to three.
Tuesday, 29 June 2010
Garden by Mrs. Mkwekwe Mbogo (Revised)
Took his bag on shoulder, wrench
up possessions fetched from behind the bench,
pence-worth, there since the fighting.
And that season went and
abandoned me for sand -
a lone, binned birthday card.
The rain sounded like crisps.
up possessions fetched from behind the bench,
pence-worth, there since the fighting.
And that season went and
abandoned me for sand -
a lone, binned birthday card.
The rain sounded like crisps.
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