Some feller,

December 5, 2008 at 6:35 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 10 Comments
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William or some such in a seen
somewhere pretending to some
reality or merely waving from the
Dali-Crowley deck
she said, sun in head, don’t look
for land, yer’ll smell it first
and fluttered from his shoulder
in a scatter of red feathers
you’ll be transported Paladin
not for stealing bread
oh no but for chopping off his
head. They know they know
your awful crime, revenge
recurs, is never dead.
Now catch that breeze stand on that
deck and
blow we will stash this jewellery
somewhere down below.

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