Blood sun sets radish
Lurid twilight underworld
Soft Saharan soot
Seville’s soft underbelly
exposes violent fruit
Plaintive chants roam earth
Echoing cruel reveries
Beet free poetry
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Majority rules
Need a feed, a shave, a shower.
Aint got the verve, the desire.
Those who need terminal
or other flower cry posies
by and by, by the hour,
autumn flower, wet and drooped with
Rain, a face gone and still present.
~
In autumn rain, drunk on memory,
in belated golden light,
when sunshine livens shadow,
or that feeling, when your guts
give in to gentle sulphur gloam
~
So all will weep and sleep
Bless yourself your soul replete
Grimbeau 