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Les Deux Saltimbanques

Anent Ruine

Sundown survivor over the shoulder

Collar bone cup for the lucky boy then

Forgotten for now but sure you told her

Sestina suggesting never ending

Apostrophe placement not lost on me

Nor is being down and deep in trouble

Will somebody please give him a cuddle

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Angle Grinder Table Manners

Somedays the sun don’t

Wanna come near me

Not that the curtains

Have been pulled together

Fancy a drink then, mucker

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Blue Roofs

You know some sunken dungeons

Are still gloaming abundant

If you have ever wondered

Heart or heel is it that’s broken

The doors are never closed or open

Wanton totem, loveless forlorn

Stood hooded and rained on

Somehow now and shameful

Guilty unkept bed

Lay down your subconscious

After all the leaves have fallen

Paving stones wetted laughing

Garg and I, gutter and the drain

Be in love my bain

And I will be the same.

Up and down the ladder

Let go of the paddle

And fuck you with some table manners

Please

Sweep the leaves into my hands

No woman, no man, and no land

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Fat Back

A weakness for some cunt to believe us

Greetings from mind as body’s opponent

The hearth houses only falling out rodents

Soot black! No fire up the chimney stack

Last minute decision for chips, and rice

And set out bare foot o’er the tarmac

Proudly pulling on your garage jacket

Tanked up wander under beckoning moon

Deciding the central reservation

Is the perfect place to spend the evening

At the traffic lights frightening people

“Give us a drag of your fag, don’t be tight”

Two for one at L.A’s for Diamond Whites

Down Boulevard I pulled a prostitute

While Witham you were putting windows through

No torments. I thank these dearest moments

I love you, hairdo down to your toenails

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Off the Coast of Asia Minor

A wicked wilderness wanders within my wishes As elevator doors close over mucky kisses Sickly wanton singing swan song musing merrily She’s ready for the long gone love of going steady

In Fauvist forests writhen, mirthful in taciturn Fervent frequenting chaos of cantos enchanted In the Romantic, and with tempting gloaming loathing Renouncing rewritten scriptures on rooftops of inns

Of hallucinations I rather fancied mountains For darkling dwellings attest a beastly countenance Amidst maddened meekly eerie sneering cheerily There lurks in sincere smug glumness fogged morality

Engaged to be selfish in wistful epiphany In gloom, windows uncovered, she seeks infinity In solid squalid misdemeanor, a glad confess To Annapurna, devout in dharma of undress

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Mandala of a Bartender

Caught amongst august renaissance Of trying anything, but only once, Of tempting torments out of the night Into awful afternoon daylight Almost immediately I disappear Apart a badly thought over career, Potion poet unrehearsed in reason But really who needs one for leaving And maybe I ought have stayed away Aboard rather than under the train, Agreeably easily remedied, If not unholy, don’t remember me But tell those old, tolerable tomes I sought and chose macabre séance, Invested in inklings, masterminded meetings Of awful afternoon daylight, and evening

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Down By The Salley Gardens

Down by the salley gardens My love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens With little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, As the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, With her would not agree. In a field by the river My love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder She laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, As the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, And now am full of tears. BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

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Loveless More mutter from the gutter!

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Gutter Loves

...deathly daydream's of love's oblivion http://issuu.com/bohemianbureaus/docs/gutter_loves

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The Passage of The Lady Vain

Made for murky waters And disembodied courters Feebly writhing Vexed lyric conniving Descending deep and drunken Toward unexotic conundrum! In silhouette her hips Made makeshift monoliths While I made for murky waters

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(Wake) In Memoriam

Perverted poisons prickle at my pores, Through frosted glass I view my vanity, Each foot forward further to tragedy, Walking circles within revolving doors. Time's temptations hang me in my turmoil, Deathly daydreams of Love's oblivion, Dusk-slick doorways flicking under neon, Chasing dragons from blackened torn tinfoil. Purgatory submerges soul and body, Evenings leaving with my demon-lover, Perverted poisons prickle at my pores. Fragments of days fill out eternity, Sorrows safely under cocaine cover, Walking circles within revolving doors.

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A Gutter Love

Back alley wanderings, over art: http://issuu.com/bohemianbureaus/docs/a_gutter_love

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Done To Death Down A Darkened Passage

(Fragment) # This jangling cockney's twaddle Is just a bolshy, bawdy muddle; Somebody please give him a cuddle.

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In the latter part of the evening, after the tavern doors are shutted, oftentimes I like to take a walk, perhaps from London Bridge to Lambeth, to clear the mind of the debris of the day, and as I pass along the boulevards that bank the mighty Thames and across these very bridges, will my mind be clear enough to think, ‘What is there within me to stop me from throwing myself under?’ GJ

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"The thing for me is very drunken sleep on the beach"

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New York City Hotel Lobby

Cocaine Concierge Floating like disco-balls In Manhattan goldfish-bowls Delivering hate-mail And condoms, ice-cream And Victory Gin to red-faced-men (wishing now was then) With suicide-girls Cross-legged in furs On painted papier-mâché chairs # As the eyes of a stranger Reflect through a mirror Romance breathes in tragedy, Curtains billow o’er the matinée While the sweaty palms of the maitre’d Suggest surely he’s the man to meet; Now satisfied with ersatz sense He becomes his only audience # And out on the city streets! A tête-à-tête with the Plastic Princess Leaves every borrowed dream Fading in a haze of stream Rising with a conscience from the sewers # Elevator Music Is really written for mucky kissing;

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Another Endless January

Another endless January, wasted With drinking binges And the rattled hinges Of doors that never close On eyes that never open, But sink, deep beneath Patchwork sheets Of faded blue and fading green Into the horror of a dream: Hotel rooms and bingo halls, Heart shaped clouds and snakes Bottled up with February (Like everything of you in me) Eating themselves into a hole Of self-obsession, Self-annihilation. January is nothing But planned depression With moments missing, Lost in lightless days Of jealousy and greed And then starvation- Of the body, of the mind- Escapism of any kind; And forced regrets, Too hard to forget, Are too easy to remember, Like steamed up windows On the Fourteenth of Novemeber. My year begins in September When the streetlights glow A pinkish red, When the leaves are falling But they havent fallen yet.