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Farewell 17 Collins St

Farewell 17 Collins St

behind the neon kryptonite
of the minarets on little gilbert
flashes the thin glow of...

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No means no

A spell against Rome's Sorcerers

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YaHovah Sharanam
Sadasiva
Shaddai Hu

The Lord is my hymn
He...

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Henny Penny and a Bottle of...

The patron saint of England lines it up for Victorian cameras

Experts with hubris craft their great...

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The lighthouse light…

Went out last night..

The lighthouse light…

I had to go fix it before any ships became wrecked. As the lighthouse keeper it’s what people expect. As...

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The hornets nest

People will try to tell you
It's not okay to die.
But what I have to say
Is You know...

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Done. Finished. It’s Over.

What a relief!

Done. Finished. It’s Over.

Too many Indians and not enough Chiefs. Whoever thought that this was a game should rename this poem. ‘A...

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