by Peter16 | Jul 7, 2019 | morphrog19, poems
Private The loch side chapels are converted into summer lets. Un-missed bells disappear from belfries reborn as points of interest, architectural features full of air. Granite bones of faith regain a flesh of board and paint: a resurrection...
by Peter16 | Jul 7, 2019 | morphrog19, poems
Another Modern World Has Been Born, Ezra The assignment was Sons and Lovers. Contrast, compare, discuss. Is the story about incest disguised as the love of flowers? Read for understanding. Subtlety. Things unsaid. When Mama kicks the bucket, is Sonny finally...
by Peter16 | Jul 7, 2019 | morphrog19, poems
Black Book Spray bitter on the wall, art as barricade, herded in, jostled, shoulders shoved chin on chest, mouth forced closed, eyes never fully opened because who’d want to see that. Spray-paint you black, silver, green, tag you undesirable, dissed...
by Peter16 | Jul 7, 2019 | morphrog19, poems
Troubled in the Roaring Forties Rain on a caravan roof in the Furneaux Group. Awake late, his mind roils like the encircling sea these dwindling fugitive nights, roils in chaos he knows no escape from, but wants to, toil over, children adults, problems reflecting...
by Peter16 | Jul 7, 2019 | morphrog19, poems
Monopoly, a Game He blusters and plays rough. He’s a player, rolls the dice, has hotels all over the place, but never, ever, has enough. He breaks all the rules, scams his workers, hopes everyone discounts his gropes, and plays us all for fools. ...
by Peter16 | Jul 7, 2019 | morphrog19, poems
City Rain Rain on tarmac Reflects headlights An enigmatic glow That illuminates streets Abandoned by lighting My footsteps echo A hollow sound Amongst the patter of rain © DJ...
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