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June 2017
RBL
Every little white star
who deigns to sparkle
and sprinkle
his tiny arms
into the burly black night-coat;
I will think of your face in them.
quiet achievers
brave
burning so brightly and so magnifice…
Discussion
RBL
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Screams from Canopus
The jackal's head, an eerie silhouette
An outline of death beckoning,
Fading through the sand.
The last gasp before I depart,
The colour of the gods cannot be known,
Swallowing black; descending
The…
Discussion
Screams from Canopus
3 Likes
October 2012
Lofty Words- spoken story and open mic night
event
Lofty Words- spoken story and open mic night
1 Like
Love Poem
Love Poem
frozen
sentimental
if not sensation
then thawing
must occur
in the mind’s frost
oh that…
Blog Love Poem 3 Likes Toxic Reality Crave the poison of the drink as it screams down your throat like an adolescent on speed.Emotions run rapidly through your veins setting your nerves on fire.The feeling is euphoric creating the probl… Discussion Toxic Reality 2 Likes In That Photo She Had Her breasts were impressive in that photo she had. Her body screamed and the windows cracked. My eyes rolled through the shadows, the light rolled into my mind. Her painted skin sent me searching for… Discussion In That Photo She Had 2 Likes Shake BonesI think I met my Jesus tonight,
offering life,
‘shake your bones, why not?’ he says,
why not?
Leave immortality to the suffering fools.
Live now,…
Blog Shake Bones 2 Likes Old Poetry Found some old poetry I wrote. Filled my 6 y. o. self with pride. Wish I could say: ‘the intimate innocence, virgin of money or gloat, renewed a love which long since died.’ Truth is it was shit. Discussion Old Poetry 1 LikeSeptember 2012
virtual reality
i read an article once
that said
by now
we would all
be wearing
virtual reality suits
& that we could sit
at the bus stop
& read the paper
while having
virtual sex
with someone
sitting down t…
Discussion
virtual reality
1 Like
"The Cornstalk"
Rifling through carpenter’s pencils, screws,
Surplus washers, for enough shrapnel
To rent three meters or so of Glebe point road,
A stone throw from “The Bread Barn”
Their coffee dazzles my clay tong…
Discussion
"The Cornstalk"
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www.SLAMPOETS.NET - Miles Merrill - Monotype
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August 2012
I Can't Decide (or Rushcutters Bay)
Logos smeared in shimmering rouge
On a night-hushed harbour
The soggy blink and burst
Of fluorescent overtime
Cupping the tinkle-donk
Of tilting masts
Wildly pointing at the stars
In giddy ac…
Discussion
I Can't Decide (or Rushcutters Bay)
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"A Nasty Selfish Dream of A Life"
"A Nasty, Selfish Dream of a Life"
Real relationships
are appreciated because
they are Open Channels
of Communication/which have access
to Unlimited Power
because…
"P o i s o n P i c t u r e P e r f e c t"
What A Pretty Little Picture
of a Lot
of Petty Pricks/What An
Ugly
Wasteful Saga
of A Lot of
Selfish…
Good to have friends
or at least witnesses
to the deeper meanings of…
Blog Dawn Over Diamond Head 3 Likes
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