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Prophet on the 259

Posted on May 10, 2019 by subincontinentia

When he got on the bus, his stench was enough For all eyes to fall footward and arms to fold inward Sainsbury’s bags stacked between rows of cold knees planning evenings as tables for tea and TV. “We’re all sleeping!” he … Continue reading →

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Apocalypse life

Posted on December 31, 2012 by subincontinentia

What to do with this love that moves like immaculate conception? I will gaze into the sun without blinking Forge broadswords from abandonment Battle plans from moonlight I am without seed, or home, Without God or country, spouse or paycheck … Continue reading →

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