Winter
graves – open air asylum
Try
to triumph
Trying
little skull
worm
--
Nomenclature
nominalisation
Breathing
in 1st
& last breath
--
Or
Naming
Breath
--
A spud
by any other
Name
has deserted
my
Morgue
--
The Good
People
Giveth blessings
& taketh them away
I cannot
hear the
Winter rains
Anymore
--
Writing in
The street
Talking in
spittled
Tongues
Starless
&
bibleless black
--
Loss
In my mouth
Is deeply
Sealed
Behind browning
Teeth
--
Why?
would be a
rainbow’s
Light
after the
Storm
--
But the
storm fronts
Come monotonously
--
Cracked
Skull
Beneath the epochal
stampede
--
Modern times
--
The heart
sings through the silence
Ur my little
Apple turnover
In the
furnaceoven
of my heart
I’m so frightened
ofor your beauty & truth
--
flick ‘Popularity’
I’d rather
be just man
Published
& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2026.
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