Beyond the Barrens

By Sepulcrawl

Ribald are the notions
that pass between tongue and cheek.
Know, darlings, that
you are beyond my reproach.

I sought further dealings
with your wining and dining

Always supposing
that it was a time for utterance
and drear.

When I lie down with my
leaning tree

I am alone, and at once
free from your coax,
to fell the dawn.

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© 2006 Goyim
Published on Monday, December 11, 2006.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: lie down with my leaning tree. ... egads, thats a grand soft mirage of an image.. .b.l.inding write

  • A former member wrote: hmmm what is it to fell the dawn--powerful notion it is, I love the spiral of novelty and penetrating cynicism that circles language... as ribald as tongue in cheek as drear as coax... beyond reproach... it fails me now, even, as I contemplate the richnes

  • A former member wrote: richness of this work.... excellent again!

  • elisa On Monday, December 11, 2006, elisa (1637)By person wrote:

    a flippant tongue can be so preferred form of language... i love.

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