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A W Bullen Jul 2021
between extremes
the meaning leaves

a state that we abhor

to scheme a pretence
sense of peace,
it seems
we must have war
we will fill the god-shaped hole
with new monsters of our making

"A cause- a cause!...my Kingdom for a cause!"
A W Bullen Jul 2021
Seen
them change,

as I have done,

this pace
I cannot remedy

let the
the slow, insipid
disconnect, bring
something of
it's incidental
tenderness
to hand..

(run far enough
to understand that
days ahead are fewer
than those days played
out behind)


then
maybe I'll
design a way,
appropriate
a fantasy..


sat, watching
all arise and fade..

transforming
into poetry...
A W Bullen Jun 2021
drank
too much
again last night,
bred fury
through the bars
and taverns...

fed,
the maddened
cannibal, on
vaticidal unions....


came around,
down early bells,
head, supercelled,
expedient..

could not
believe what lay
beneath the subways

of Jerusalem
working title
A W Bullen Jun 2021
I smile
because I
know what waits..

What fate befalls
the all of us..

our endings
growing closer
even now..


So, should I
then attend my
deeds, embroiled
in abject misery.....


or smile?
love...out there, somewhere , waiting...
A W Bullen May 2021
To She
who whet
the corven wing,
her skin pulled back
an open firth unraveling
her scarlet mood

the first
among the thirsting.

To Her
that swallowed whole,
the rye, the blade
that clipped the startled shoulder,
carpal deep in gleaming brine,
who shivered time a potent pleasure,

Garlanding
the golden hurt,
that life was
never hers..

Beholden to
a tethered ransom
rivered in her stars...
blood moon
A W Bullen May 2021
Landfall...

a progress
nipped by headwind,
though his bullish heart
has flickered clear of drowning,

so he's dusting down
Saharan surplus, hawking
off the sea-sick yachts,
ensconced in royal chiffon,

appealing for that magnet-tug
along the pollen flyways
pulling homeward..

and
I wonder
if he sees me,
-mid shipped twitter
post Johannesburg-

a gurning
plate of swan-necked
adulation, craning skyward

that I should pin
my yearnings to his
cloud-encrusted orbits
caws of folly..

more fanciful
than summer being
borne upon his wings...
A W Bullen Apr 2021
Time again
to notice things

glad galaxies
of primrose from
the window of
a taxi going back
to where I started..

to seek
the sound umbilical,
Spring lintels
at the hinterland

symbolic
of a simple need

returned.
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