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Barrel bottom fruit

Sun eater
Cloud reacher
Whose wind spun arms
Hold steep heaven still.

From years you made
The cross,
That holds me on
This verdant hill.
Could blood yours but speak
As mine flows.

Chalk child lines
Those spirit bodies
Homicidal tracks
On tarmaced earth

No holy words
Laid those weathered bones
In bare earth.
Bony fragments settled now
On this high place.

Restless spirit
Laid to rest
In scattered seed on careless bed
Barrel bottom fruit

Bitter in these autumnal years
Hindsight remembers
The silken scattered purse.
But will that yet sweet kiss again betray.
 
 
 

 First Book   Second Book Third Book
Brother mine  Thy  Days Sibling
Damaged good  What shape a poet Herculean expectations
Barrel bottom fruit  Creative Burying Ressurection
Bottom line  Regret Times End
On the dying edge  Spider Time In Memoriam : Twice Round
Biting Free  Earth Turns Eight Pints
Id rider  Old Dog Sinking Heart : Drop
Only worms will know you better  Eye to Eye Swim : Drift
Thrice crows  Autumn Coming Home
Friends in High Places  The night the church burnt Passage
Poet bones  Last Strand Speed Crazy
Katadesmoi  Ashes to Ashes Sinking Heart

 
 

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