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here there is a castle?

Date Written: October 7, 2017
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damned was the sea that sped about my fists
this zero seed shall not storm a town of ghosts
nor man in madness topple fear with leering
dammed was the sea that sped about my fists
and darkness will tear away the tended
tides of the stars as the softness of fled seas
pinions the rose of the moon and the storm
rides the bent skein in the stone of the quays
dammed was the sea that sped about my fists
nor man in sadness teeters terror with the bent
night, as the swiftness of the skies ferments
the tithes of the vain and imploded devise
of woman, laughing, and gossiping with the
words of the birds who sang inside the trees.
five hands spin for a penny and a pound
as the quietus made from the papers of
the rooms in my home must sear the shapes
of a pentant staved with the fingers of boys
who blast, with tears, the creators of verse.
i wrote a mad poem and the sun rose down.
five hands spin for a penny and a pound
as the quick of the thumb splats blood with
the seas of the grain and the fields of the dead
will enshroud gloom or else the subterfuge
of the killed must glow, like a glow-worm glows,
with foison, gathered with the scythes of girls
who work the meadows when combiners rove
these stooks i lay on a parcel filled with life.
dammed was the sea that sped about my fists
a zero seed shall not storm a kiln of sperm
nor mankind contest the sadness of the blind
peoples who know ne'er the vistas on the green.
villages filled with pumps succour heaven's gleam
and drink from rivers: modern beers we drain
from glasses, razed, use the fans women wave
and dunked in salt the ferment of good brews
suck up freezed cream: there is a castle here
and crenatures are bent by their old-fashioned tint
this zero sea is dammed and darkens the rules
made by schools, caned, and churches must
pray less or else descry the hymns men sing.
zero seed fills the seas with pools girls swim.
 

One comment on “here there is a castle?”

  1. sunburned     October 7, 2017

    flowing ,nice

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