Michael DawesSmith

An elaborate diamond apparatus
Peach pink and gorgeous

A sordid monkey symphony
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From an enormity of morning
To a furnace tortured noon
Until every breath and sound is stilled
In a steamy aspic
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Underfoot..sharp, black
Cracked bastion
To my right the beach
A yellow talon
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My friend is fun
My friend is a chore
An agony aunt for all comers
Horrid husbands
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A raucous shredded cloud..they've arrived
With a screech like tearing tin
And the attitude of gangsters
Flashing white, a wrecking crew on the wing
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I A Sea Shanty

'We are little lost lambs
Gone so far astray
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A ghost popped up
One quiet night at home
And asked me 'What are you doing here? '
'Not much' I replied 'It's no business of yours
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