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  MARK R SLAUGHTER (1957)
 
 
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  117.     

Rainbow On A Morning

Thanks Dark - for the nightmares!
Rain bleeding all over me,
Like swarms of needling gnats

God what a night!
I parted the curtains of my ragged tent-
My little hellhole

A single crepuscular ray
Sneaked through a small rent in the filth
Of crawling clouds

I stared cynically
But yep! I admit, the rain was dying down-
My canvas yammered less

Was Nature having a tea break?
Another ray, fewer drops, lifting hope:
A winning sun!

A bird told the story on her flight;
Even she was looking over at the prism-
The over-arching schism through the gloom

Uplifted, upstanding, I even smiled;
When Nature turns and shows Her brighter side-
The one with rainbows on a morning

Dusted with a fine sprinkle of rain-
Then She has reminded us:
Catch Her at Her best




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Rainbow=rainbow=rainbow=rainbow
rainbow rainbow rainbow prism
Rainbow=rainbow=rainbow=rainbow
rainbow rainbow rainbow schism
rainbow rainbow rainbowism
 
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  118.     

Tale Of Three Cities

New York blasted London blasted
Singapore -
Ripped off each other's metaphoric balls,
Crumbling walls.

Priapic city monoliths -
Blue-sky scraping bastards -
Shout about their height (but really length) .

V8 arseholes didn't care -
Pumping shit into the air,
So long as they were always there to
Fart aloud a smoggy cloud,
Laughing at the weak asthmatic,
Humoured that it seems traumatic.

Watch the greedy cities oozing
Chair-bound fat committees, though they
Look a bunch of titties as they
Waffle on about the pound.

Ever thought to look around and see
That they were dead?


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  119.     

A Winter Pond

Sting-chill of winter matt -
Her frozen hand caressed us all;

And calming bleach of silence
Pressed upon the rustic scape
To leave an ashen underbelly -
Once raging summer chroma.

Even Winter's gelid lungs laboured
Under heavy drag of flakes -
Their pilgrimage: to stay a deadened floor
In crunch-white peace.

And round about, the weight of time
- Collapsing under Winter's drag -
Transmutes to grey: it's three o'clock -
No lights pricking black out here! -
Even the night globe,
The Great Reflector - stonewalled;
Camouflaged by lead-laden cloud
Lolling in the claustrophobic noon.

At ground, a farm pond -
Seized in a dark hiatus -
Offered up repentance -
Why, it dared to harbour life!

I forgave it in my desperate gaze
Upon the crazy-paving surface,
That sealed in the black-chill temperature,
Where at bottom, something nithered
Still survived.

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Winter Snow

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  120.     

Adirondack Airs

Cigar
O how she fogs
the room

lil' Betelgeuse
reddens on the draw

she's parked
tucked inside the dryness
of my mouth



Detuned courses
ring to fingers

steel blues
cools the air

I'm under call
of axe

we're mates

bending out a bass
I hammer on
to drift

I, BLANK-FACE

whisky-honed black-eyes

cruise the abalone

adirondack airs the tone
to life

She sings!

my only need -
a dozen strings


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Compact Music

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music music music music music music music music music
 
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