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Cover: Oyster Shore'
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Further Through Time
I remember the days of my oysterhood.
What has just flown by? An island? A life?
One morning, early mid-awakening,
I’ve started a meadow.
Where will it end?
Innocence
gets smothered by slow sense.
A time bomb is really a dandelion bomb.
Yet untold butterflies...
Creature, a fog bear, I am not afraid.
Involuntary Sculpture
So you want to be me, and I you.
You fancy a tight Tyrolean hat of wisdom,
and I a green-eyed night shawl.
You branch into a voice, and I evolve
into the gamut garden of an easy year.
Exposed, I dissolve in your mind.
The shuffling of your thoughts
makes my lung butterfly fold.
While the well of your imagination
drinks drizzle, I ring my mobile
from a phone booth
and listen to my loneliness breathe.
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Not a Love Song
In my region of night, you are
the summer of Now.
Clay to clay,
scar to scar.
A man lives the house
full of velocity,
full of clusters.
The neon pencils we’ll buy,
cloud feathers of every hue...
I tried wearing grass;
I was freed
to paraglide over entropy.
The Shooting Down of MH17
A huge sunflower dying in the sky...
Send the rain back to the clouds,
switch off the tiny stove-fire flames
of the bluets.
Black soil always talks to itself,
and so does the radio.
Wake up, watch the stars thaw.
Sink back into sleep.
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Doomsday Plane
From the past to no future; from
the mind-crime valley to a hyperbolic
crescendo. Over oceans
of platinum fire, through
champignon clouds. High above
the abundance of dead colloquialisms,
into the absence of remorse. Carrying
the worst minds of the planet,
the last minds.
The pilot’s X-ray posture.
The blinking fuel gauge...
Twenty-Four Heavenly Snippets
Toscanini scanned with AllScan
listens to La Scala glissandi.
Ah, to be drinking again
of this grassland poison!
Clouds
that are also mountains.
The day recites its recipe
into a catkin microphone.
Heaven’s Festival Orchestra,
a row of meadowsweet eyes...
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Tony Kitt © 2022
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