#egoists
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Dull grey starlings come
Parade on gardens not won
Never too soon— gone
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Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 1:25 AM UTC
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Dull grey starlings come
Parade on gardens not won
Never too soon— gone*
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
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*Dull grey starlings come
Parade on gardens not won
Never too soon— gone*
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 7:17 PM UTC
*Dull grey starlings come
Parade on gardens not won
Never too soon— gone*
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
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Sad kings would have themselves
Be known as Bard, tho without music
They clack song, clang along, bleeding
Ears in their sycophantic, bull kingdoms,
The horns, hardly trumpet in the barnyards,
For it is writ, because they have so inscribed,
All must now be audience, and used witness,
The spotted fawn, is all their sorrowed brilliance,
Yet, the tower raven mocks these kings crowing,
How they vainly display their sorry proclamations
On flea broken, loosed, rusted, disused abacus,
Their tabulations of worths non are mounted
In a mirror by their chambers and hands,
But all the knowledge of fallen Rome
Are simply pleasures to dream,
As their dim wordy dreams
Know praises so hollow,
As fools on a throne.
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
*Sickly sweet colours
With their feathers fanning look
Still they soil the ground*
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
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In mid airs, dimly,
The ****** birds cluck,
Only flutter useless wings
For they are grounded,
Nor are they beautiful,
O how they feign singing,
Gutteral cluckings only fit
For predators to stalk,
Lame ugly birds prefer
The company of other
Lame, ugly, groundy birds,
With no things, ever, to sing,
Only to preen and beak
For scraps under trees,
Where winged songbirds
Lit by the flighty sun
Do truly sing.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
*Scraps in an alley
Crumpled throwaways their stars
What is left of them*
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Glow bugs chew up home . . .
**** branches climbing to sun,
. . . Bark at base of tree.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC