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Twaddle: Shadorma

TWADDLE

They talk of
A future, get us
Believing.
What nonsense!
For they may only surmise
As may we.

No Ill Wind: Tanka

NO ILL WIND

I feel gratitude
For all of those who loved me
Also those who spurned
For though painful it taught me
The foolishness of craving

Ah Now I See: Four By Six

AH NOW I SEE

What we dismiss as shit
(Beyond the bodily)
Is no more than something
That we don’t understand

Grave Misdirection: Shadorma

GRAVE MISDIRECTION

Dear Donald
Look in a mirror
Not down south
This so-called
National emergency?
That’s where you’ll find it

Somme And Then Some

SOMME AND THEN SOME

A hundred years pass
Birthing ceremonials
Little has been learnt

The Ninth Letter

THE NINTH LETTER

Evanescent froth
Boldly built on shifting sands
As if eternal

Indigestion

INDIGESTION

Forgot consequence
And it repeated on me
Something terrible

Dreams Not Real (Dreams Not real)

Never Pat A Burning Dog

NEVER PAT A BURNING DOG

Sundry faiths there are
Bickering over the words
Of a single truth

Poo Purée

POO PURÉE

Fundamentalism
And “white supremacy”
They have a pungent scent
Smothering any sense

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