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Time's messenger
stands at the door
in his cloak
and hurrying to Pablo I split
Women with rosy cheeked apples
it down hair fine
to so many mins
and so many secs
to cover my sheets regardless of size
at naked lunches on lawns
like his
with my verses
Pab's knife's in a frenzy
of forming and fashioning
in wicker chairs sensual
forcing his eros
out of his oils
and into the world
by day and by night
fondly stroking their cats
releasing his potent
exclaimer
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Clever. I had to read this several times before I realised that it was best read as two separate poems. I decided I rather like your Green period.
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Thanks Pat and John, I'm pleased you both enjoyed my green period!
ReplyDeletenaked lunches on lawns - fantastic image that! I agree, the only way to read it is as two separate poems Gwil - but as always - I love your poetry.
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