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Unhinged

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My neck’s grown tired of always
holding up all the darkness in my head
but I am accustomed to backstroking
against this current; the absentminded
muscles I’ve developed tell me so.

Once I was a baby,
once I didn’t know the ache of unhappiness
but only the forgettable way my small mouth
formed words no one understood.

When I turned into a woman
my heart went all soot and damp earth.
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K Morris reading his poem ‘Plinths’

Me reading my poem ‘Plinths’

K Morris reading his poem ‘The Gentleman Suitor to his Beloved’

Me reading my poem ‘The Gentleman Suitor to his Beloved’

K Morris reading a selection of his poetry

Me reading a selection of my poetry.

Got The T-Shirt

Originally posted on newauthoronline:

I have sought comfort in the masses and lost myself in crowds. Like an excited child at the fair I have sought ever greater speed, for speed kills thought. I have looked for excitement and found fleeting pleasures which turn to ashes come the morrow. I have played the cynic while caring deeply, laughed to hide the fact I care. I have been there, done that and got the t-shirt.

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Dog

Your contented sighs.

Those soft brown eyes.

Your cold wet nose.

Love beyond speech, my dog knows.

Antisemitism

As obscene as the breaking of glass,

Or the whisper of gas from the past.

“The jews are mean” you said.

Dead bodies in a camp.

The lamp shines on the food divine.

You drink more wine.

A train somewhere in the distance passes,

Somewhere glass smashes.

The Wolf

drewdog2060drewdog2060:

A powerful poem. Kevin

Originally posted on Scribbles on the Wall:

My yellow eyes stare at you from the dark.

My crinkled snout hides my furious teeth,

While my mouth waters

At the very smell of you.

I’m lurking, I’m waiting.

Preying on your animals

Preying on your children

Preying on you.

That’s who you want me to be.

Your stories write me big and bad,

And you have made up your mind.

Turn around, man.

Turn around and see.

Look at your reflection.

Because the ferocious...

I Am The Girl Who Wasn’t There

I am the girl who wasn’t there.

I did not sit upon that chair,

playing provocatively with my hair.

I did not drink that expensive wine,

While gazing on your paintings fine.

I did not recline under the quilt so red,

Or moan with exstasy in your bed.

If by chance, an earing she should find,

Worry not, it is not mine.

There are easier ways to sell books than through blogging

drewdog2060drewdog2060:

I have considered Dylan’s idea of setting up a stall selling copies of my book, “Dalliance; A Collection of Poetry and Prose” in my local high street and will, almost certainly try it out. I have also been fortunate in that a local bookshop, The Bookseller Crow kindly agreed to stock “Dalliance”. Kevin

Originally posted on Suffolk Scribblings:

At the recent Bloggers Bash, one of the questions asked was why people started blogging. Many bloggers came up with the same a...