What is there versus artifice?

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What is there versus artifice?
The dusk of morrow’s rowboat
As it slips away is proof.

What is there versus artifice?
When ash becomes indulgence,
And the ass renowned by all.

What is there versus artifice?
When industry becomes sincere
And bankers pay off all their debts.

What is there versus artifice?
A monkey of love’s light grown old,
inebriate and pallets at its wren.

What is there versus artifice?
A monocle of greatness will emerge
And sunder life in twain as lightning strikes.

What is there versus artifice?

Proud as the cake-rich moorland clay am I

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The knots and fissures in my haggard fists
I stick into the soil I till and beat

Do thicken in a broth of beast and shard
That sprouts as tubers from this loamy love.

Fire in the soil, it’s wedding; rain, the veil.
Sun is the ring that binds us, moon it’s vow.

The augured winter will my bent limbs shrive
And I will scream the wind, till earth enshrouds.

Proud as the cake-rich moorland clay am I

Visiting rites

Cathedrally speaking,
We read it is up there,
That is if you’re ranking
All Christ’s crucifixions.

Check: open wounds bleeding
(Hint: life/ resurrection),
Arms crossed and milk pallid
With all his bones showing.

Its scale makes you nauseous;
To see it, you step back,
And then you take selfies,
And post them on Facebook.

Visiting rites

Boy, did I run for it!

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In bladder panic, I dashed past the bar,
Past the wordless barman, brass and oak.
Into the booth, I ran, and on unzipping,
Looked down, and greeted it, a bowling ball
Of a bolus bobbing in the water
With a pair of glasses on,
if I recall,
a pair of tortoiseshell.

Submerged, it gave a knowing grin.
How could a man have given birth to this?
Did he need forceps?
Did he winch it out?
Did he look down,
Or was he led away
In shock or worse
Like foaming at the mouth?

I wish I could say I held it back
Out of respect at his passing
But nature is as nature must
And so I did
But as I let it go,
I saw this stranger’s glasses eyeing me,
And wondered if I was a walk-on part,
The kind that exits stage left
chased by bear.

Boy, did I run for it!

Celebrity daddy uncovered

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He worries his love-handles show
A body that’s slowly degrading,
And dares to go skintight in togs.
His nipple slips out and they slate him.

He knows how the good life is lived.
He lives it on red tops and cable.
He’s click bait, he’s cheap, and a slut.
We watch, and we snipe, and we crave him.

And when he is sick of us all,
Of the perfect who gloat as they clock him.
He can jet set back home to his life
With a wife and a child who are waiting.

Celebrity daddy uncovered