"Something to be said..."
A Poetry Blog by Alex Knox
Monday 21 March 2011
Thirst
“After God, Shakespeare has created most”
(Alexandre Dumas)
You illicit dealer of words,
Conjuror of hallucinogens;
You who inspire the minds of inspirers.
I am your purple-lipped devourer:
No longer the dreamer
For now I am thirsty.
Saturday 12 March 2011
Perhaps
Pungent wood infuses the night-scent –
Fresh from the downpour.
Sinews of water, wrestling metal,
Condemned on the slippery bars.
Perhaps I love you more than you love me.
And the drops well up and fall.
The sky is weeping.
My words are the sponge.
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