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Worth

No new school of

Philosophy

No undiscovered branch of 

Science

No star on the wall at Langley

No street named after me

But

Still

Writing to make sense of the

World

Sacrifices made now

To the tomorrow

and being a man

Worth fucking

Worth fighting

A friend of quiet certainty

A father who loves and teaches

These things

I am 

Or perceived myself to be

Despite, sometimes

The evidence

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by strength defined

My pretty words

Only took me so far

Like carrion birds

Leaving their scars

 

And all that matters

Are my deeds

For the truth shatters

And made me bleed

 

But I have come

To find new strength

No longer numb

To time’s cruel length

 

So take my hand

Fingers entwined

I have a plan

By strength defined

 

 

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Weekend Omnibus 09/12/2018

All The Lights

cat and colossus

Fastest Pen In The West

My Fingers In Your Hair

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All The Lights

All the lights

Oceans of people

And I don’t see anyone

But 

You

As the year draws to an end

Building empires

From the ruins

Stronger and quieter

Than before

Armoured in self knowledge

quiet companion

Without needing

Because last year alone

And I survived that 

Drank

A deep draught of rejection

Knowing I would 

Transform the poison

Into light

And even if

No one sees

I know

But kiss me

Cold cheeks against my beard

We tell our stories in sips

Whispers

But I hear you

No matter how far away

You

Are

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Your personality.

A feline elegance

Approached calmly.

I’ve learned to tolerate some pain

To relax. 

Learned to stay still.

Observe what you like

and what you don’t

Through knowing myself

And this is when, in person,

I’d smile to leaven the arrogance

But I’m a colossus

Fathered and persevered

Created and destroyed

Sat with you

Not beneath 

Alongside but at attention

The way a mountain does

Does not pay attention

You’re lucky 

To earn the rumble of my attention

And you open like a flower

At the heat of my touch

So come

Pad across the room 

Sit in the lap

Of the gods

Singular not plural

I’ll stroke your fur

Until you sing at healing frequencies

Come close

Feel small again

With wonder

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Fill your hand

You son of a bitch,

The scholar with war stained dreams,

Frightened insular genius who lived

With phobias stitched into flesh

Men whose work outlived them

And look

Here you come

Not as quick

Not as ruthless

Call them out

High noon on the internet

Cheap links to cheap books

Shining where the harsh sun

Slaps against your waistcoat

Pocket watches without parts

Soft bellies

You can be trusted

With your lexicon of

Earnest puppy expressions

Such great lengths not to be

In the least bit threatening

But we know

How weak men are more dangerous

Aiming a shaking gun

At the past

Because your present

Is a heap of affectation

Fumes to scratch the back of your throat

So challenge the dead

And their immortality

And all for a smattering of

Cynical applause

Eye rolls like earthquakes

As the notion of your ever being seriously

Dies like your career

Five house points

For whatever dismal house

You were sorted into

But you come at the kings

And miss

But no one hears the bullet

Beyond the damp squeak

Of its arc

And those of us

Who sit in the cool shadows

Writing it down

Not even casting you

As a villain

A fart not a force

Of

Antagonism

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My Fingers In Your Hair

Certain

Still and amused as I sit there

Flush with the burden of purpose

Worn with a grace which

Verges on the irrational self-confident

But the glint in my eyes

Stays even as we talk about the world

And its discontents

Always wanting to take you

Fill you with every last drop of me

Hold you down and fuck the light

Back into you

Because for all my poetry

Those fingers wound in the hair

On the back of your head

They speak plain and firm

And if my kisses

Make you shudder like

You’re possessed

Then I am the possessing spirit

And its exorcism

All this,

Mine

As you are

As am I

 

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