Friends in High Places
Hovering faces
Cover yet this childish crib
Rigid stars in my infirmament.
Fag-ends glimmer in the slow night
Stubbed piecemeal by sniping death
Dying embers brand anew
Ash shrouded illusion
Wind shakes the last tears
from these weary limbs
this worry thrashed soul
Blood of my ape blood
Flows in graffitio daub
On homely wall
Worm hunter scrawl avows
Cain as Abel’s twin
in this terminal race
Leave that grave path
Heavy duty walker
Amble free on matted leaf and
Pity not this bruised heart
its squirrel hoard of harsh veracities
Shed no eyelash shredded tear
to cool fog eye
Cloud clear dawning
Swan hissed truth

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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