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michael Jun 30

          three o'clock
      pen in your hand,
    a half-hidden smile, a
glint of flame, pursed lips
sun rays frame your hair
boy girl boy girl boy girl
useless seating plan.
how could they
know the fire
between
our

souls?
High school was a strange time
michael Jun 29
What went cold,
In the book,
That we wrote?

What young spark
Did we lose


I n  t h e   t i d e



O  f     t  h  a  t    w  i  n -
t  e  r  y    y  o  u  t  h  ?
michael Jun 29
I am here
I am here
I am here

and that is enough.
michael Jun 29
A cold swell tempers rage
To the dark it dies, fades.
Cry, sigh, a moon ray tries
To show that up against
Such stoic age, no man
Can claim he's free of sin.
michael Jun 29
I won't have you howl,
"Gentle giant". They ask how,
I stand, your let down.
michael Jun 26
Rain drops shell station road
Hurst turns point thirty three
Degrees north-west-west. See,
The quiet stones ahead

Lower the lead scarred flesh,
The soul of this marred son,
Into the dirt it laboured.

How many times should
Gorgythion's root-stem
Lose its petal-wreathed head?
michael Jun 25
How many days lost,
In bed? Black dog by the door.
Bad dog, no breakfast.
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