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"unhygenic" poems
Off a room of the cloisters I met Dom Andrew bookbinding in silence bearded and white cowled, in silentio sit Deus, Mancunian he said saw picture in book of monastic cell and that were it, I sensed the coldness of the room body shivered ears felt pained, il avait de la neige à l'extérieur the French monk said huddled in his black habit, saw the snow on trees and purity of it, she took my hand warm it was and promised *** Dom Charles tonsured dark haired gazed at me through thick lens glasses eyes like ***** holes in snow, I have been all things unholy and if God can work through me Francis said he can work through anyone, I mowed the grass by the church and Dom Frederick said you've done well, qui tutto sono fratelli the Italian monk said as he helped me dry up the dishes, beyond her dark hairs lay the Kingdom of Eve and joyousness, bell tolled in the bell tower by George or Hugh or both for Terce, a monk read in the refectory from a book on Oliver Cromwell as we sat and ate in silence, bonitátem fecísti *** servo tuo Dómine, the old monk opposite ate with gusto spooned food as if he may never eat again, nog steeds sneeuw buiten the Danish monk told me coming in with vegetables from the garden for lunch, indeed snow still there trees covered and fields that I saw, if you want to you can she said so I did, Dom Bruno said later that Dom Andrew had cancer and was silent on it, Deus meus libera me, and we licked our cutlery clean between meals and put away under our tables in a large napkin and George said unhygenic but we did, there is no great genius without some touch of madness Gareth said quoting Aristotle, sunlight on flagstones in the church warmed by midday, Compline bell told of the end of day.
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Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 2:41 AM UTC
END OF DAY 1971
Off a room of the cloisters I met Dom Andrew bookbinding in silence bearded and white cowled, in silentio sit Deus, Mancunian he said saw picture in book of monastic cell and that were it, I sensed the coldness of the room body shivered ears felt pained, il avait de la neige à l'extérieur the French monk said huddled in his black habit, saw the snow on trees and purity of it, she took my hand warm it was and promised *** Dom Charles tonsured dark haired gazed at me through thick lens glasses eyes like ***** holes in snow, I have been all things unholy and if God can work through me Francis said he can work through anyone, I mowed the grass by the church and Dom Frederick said you've done well, qui tutto sono fratelli the Italian monk said as he helped me dry up the dishes, beyond her dark hairs lay the Kingdom of Eve and joyousness, bell tolled in the bell tower by George or Hugh or both for Terce, a monk read in the refectory from a book on Oliver Cromwell as we sat and ate in silence, bonitátem fecísti *** servo tuo Dómine, the old monk opposite ate with gusto spooned food as if he may never eat again, nog steeds sneeuw buiten the Danish monk told me coming in with vegetables from the garden for lunch, indeed snow still there trees covered and fields that I saw, if you want to you can she said so I did, Dom Bruno said later that Dom Andrew had cancer and was silent on it, Deus meus libera me, and we licked our cutlery clean between meals and put away under our tables in a large napkin and George said unhygenic but we did, there is no great genius without some touch of madness Gareth said quoting Aristotle, sunlight on flagstones in the church warmed by midday, Compline bell told of the end of day.
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Dappled sweat, bile, snot, the quick Boiled then burst. A flushed anemic, My body nothing but a seam. Rag slopped, sodden shot to wick, Smeared the table thick with sheen, Rutting reek on things pristine. Outpours the raw and unhygenic - Perfection is this bowl swabbed clean.
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Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
A Gochujang Soup Base