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Monsters (#poem)

It’s years since I slithered From the antediluvian muck And took my first steps In a reeking miasma. Prying open eyes Unaccustomed to light, I recognised, first, evil. I awoke to enemies. I set out with purpose. They must be … Continue reading

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A New Riddle of Cosmology (#Poem)

An explosion beyond comprehension sent all The ingredients of the cosmos careening through the void. Light, matter, and energy diffused chaotically, Taking billions of years (as we now know them) To fall into some kind of order, to establish Some … Continue reading

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Perception (#poem)

What if the hyperreal really isn’t real, And the news never happened? Our perceptions are just pixels, photons, Bits and bytes scattered on a screen. Gods and monsters both just Misapprehensions of a troubled mind. But whose mind is responsible … Continue reading

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For E. Pound from the Thoroughly Smug

I didn’t really understand what you meant When you said you saw a family picnicking And they were happier than you, Even though I felt it must be true.   And when you said you were happier than I was, … Continue reading

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Christmas Rap (#poem, sort of)

I’m sure you can tell I’m Part of the hip-hop community So I take every opportunity To spit rhymes like a hot tap Gushing cheer in a Christmas rap. When the weather is cold, When the weather is hot My … Continue reading

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Christmas Advice for Nonbelievers (#poem)

You’re not a believer And Christmas isn’t for you But you can enjoy The festive season, too. Your whole season Doesn’t have to be wrecked Just focus on all the Commercial aspects. You don’t have to be spiritual To enjoy … Continue reading

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Another Train Song (#poem, #villanelle)

Standing on the platform, waving goodbye to yesterday’s train. Perhaps you wanted to feel you had a little bit of control. You’re saying you hope that train never comes back again. A peripatetic pretense helps to ease the pain. It’s … Continue reading

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