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MRQUIPTY Jan 2017
the trees do not stop

wind without rhythm

knocks out a beat

timing only that

moment

when coincidence

kicks

branch

into

branch

perhaps four seasons have passed
since we kissed so very happily
MRQUIPTY Jan 2017
lift and tilt the screaming jig
clip of hair to red spot.
rip cloth

make tip in hit snick hook's
barb it bit flesh on a tug.
bait comes

(stage cloth raises high
applause covers
opening)

old hit picks at scab
grey edge to living pink
irresistible

split is spat wet . it is in
virus will make want
charisma
phantom
orgasma

(cloth in stages parts
curtains
trained spotting)
MRQUIPTY Dec 2016
handfuls of dust dry
before deity
before bless
breathes life
into mud

shank
-meat
meets
means-

like
a hammer
between head
and it's
handle
is
thought
between the Force
and it's finesse.

if there is nothing
between divinity
and dirt .

there is you.

no one. no Force.
for Carrie
MRQUIPTY Dec 2016
rawed flesh flies
to filthy beat of
the leather changer

gag metes justice
jean cotton knaw
crack of debater

mage owed silver
shillings for fake
dab at blood on
dent of his chin

Bob tours patois
scrawls with a finger
awed
by the give in her
broken skin

stud kept for she
his
promise the bearer note
MRQUIPTY Dec 2016
possible that the rock on rails
will express me from a fail
intimate wants satisfied
or is to mistake I ride

hold on close
see me through
misty eyes

memories flood to wash away
just what I did to you today
taken in taken for a ride
ingrate you stood beside

hold on close
see me through
misty eyes

rivulets run and clear the pane
on that platform you remain
train pulls the wheels slide
not ashamed I lied

hold on close
see me through
misty eyes
MRQUIPTY Dec 2016
roll the stones push them round
edges gone
until grit paper sharp

blow gusset bow sheet
fray to rag
until just rope

tear into matter
make dust
make dots
make deeds

constrict . elements
are energy in a
quantum romance

    let depth be
as vacant as that

Tick.              Tock

        Space

be not the flag
- hung perspective
be not the rock
- stuck premise

listen integrity of force:water and air
all redux to their nature
be the force . Rogue
MRQUIPTY Dec 2016
touch leeches tender send

consonant vowel consonant vowel

eager mind ear rounds the sounds

the beat felt feet

thump pause thump

if hand covers breast-bone

we are all stilled the same
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