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this slap-dash of wave on wave
thigh on thigh
groin on butt
as the tongue of water drinks the banks
a sloppy thirsty mongrel
sucked the nipple
howled whined
in lilt and lisp of wet-slippery ecstasy
licked by the waves in turn and re-turn
how did it transpire!
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not in love
with a skinhead
who is not in love with christ or krishna
the dog barked in one huge bound
upon a giddy crest
mist-headed
and behold papa hemingway
riding the lion mane of a tidal bore
in sympathy
his cheeks flushed
from cramped watery grave
windy hair blown back flush milk-white back into breakers
the waves unites us and hemingway
on the seaway
he pleads here
is love
which
is life
struggling with a whale
and a whale of a lot of sharks
knife-toothed and soon to be
food for bigger fish
like Pi
the thing that crowd
his mind
and that room his life boat
was tiger hyena
and sword-fish
dog howled
the priapic hold of water
tossed and buffed
by cleft-passion deeper than diver
then gargled papa Hemingway
in
the rood
rudder away rudder away
mercy for more room
gaff! there should be longsuffering
gone to its own noises
sea and sperm fuse
in amphibious incandescence
the child was heartburn
how did it transpire!
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burnt the dog barked
beowoulf
beowoulf
but tumult of sea
or chain-saw snap of shark
or neo-nazi
is no classic of literature
nor is
the studded fist of a skin-head
down in dessau
a Nazi is a Nazi
warned the waves
write ‘neo’ on sea-bed
as long
as you dare
in longhand or short
it won’t dent water
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not in love
because the baby can be
a terror of water
where a vegetable mouth
should drink of life in sinful gulps
sift sun-seeds
spit out the bitter grain
the black martyr could not
afro-German
he fell on a knife
on the road to corn
al-Qaida-ed
under a iron democracy
in gehenna
rachel will weep
and weep
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where did you so lay
your awkward angolan head
to waylay stones and rocks so
worry fist-cuffs chain- and baseball
bats
knifed-boots and jack
why harass the sons of moloch
hitler’s children
gentle in mighty mail coats
monster-lambs sworn to perpetuate
the gory father
i
how did it transpire
that you traversed
the ‘national free zone’
your ugly black face in tow
did you not know
of the head’s duty to the legs
that the one should
not lead
the other astray
what is your rage O adriano
that you must trouble these spoilt
kids so
ajantala
rotten to the bone-marrow
will have mother’s doting right eye
for dinner
they burst your left eye
did they
as masons
break stones
break your bones
to build hate’s sanctuary
they did
what is this amour
with
men in armour
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