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Death of The Far Right

And men came to riches You and I were forever Impossibly bare Intoning what could be Extending our day The Price is Right Seconds to film See what works for the lampstand Made to fail inner workings And to not marry Alone at international customs The size of a hummingbird Preciously waiting with widgets Hair of a Druze just for her We were people on LinkedIn Maine sold a story Of the ever-bunch and bottomless pit Oversymptomification for four This day is running you Like a place without water Noticed every sin What a trapeze would have honoured- A slight spill There was Erudite change And spoken English But of someone cousin, and the love, Making perfect in the act- We were put out for bankruptcy because we were poor We ran for the gates Were put in government Nobody showed us the door Became the President I am the little one Praying for years about sex And a tiny embargo- A fortune- Was days from war And we owed and we sued For trouble of carriage Last in line Just like you

We, The People, Expected this world Were perfunctorily perfect Mythes of second hair A lil frail Popsicle on time Precious top Eating early Hatin’ no-one Friends for life Yeah we was no-one And we left the world better- In Black Power And Christ came

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Bring This To Heaven

I am the main event Even flowers were invited An incident to the left Cover your ears Juniper on Sunday Enjoying every canoe By remote there was wonder And I smashed the CRT A window to the touch High regret to one month 6 arrays of heaven And a drawer full of sleep The black and white princess With pictures for the press In peace by forever A Macintosh creation Saving the sane, The crazy ones, Fit for Heaven, Advancing here In biggest wonder Triumphant- Upon this day When applications ran free In a fire of sixteen, Finding my red balloon

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Incheon

The river joy is understood People to pray for signs- Better luck with a new hope Endowments of circumstance- to the American elect This is stillwater Erasing fewer days, Seoul is capstone No corporation but the integral ones A sane place for dinner Flowers in hand Dreams for the future Mystical days ahead in Korea Future wars are none decided Best days in June Money woes for a quarter The agency is yours, Lord Grant us peace in Christ Amen

The Colour Stays Here-

In vision Across the form of Earth For sizes of Apple And a British hewing Maximum heart And Nathan breathing Bits of clover and woodrose In patches of wool And then there was Santa Winning caution to the aware Five times the Uncle As a patient young man Summer days- To be sure- An impression of wisdom Spokes of all men Flying wind to the fights To stay forever good In this Honda creation What policy but of brothers Waking early for chance And in the affair of theirs, Septuagenic writing For this field of roses, And what is his, And what is wonder

Return of The Caveman

In creation comfort, A mode of roles Confiding in action Across a span of places Foursquare and Times A retrofit Peace to this day And actual places of effect To Tuesdays in general, a man softly weeping For his day of opposites- Of joy, of frustration To be so in heart Never because of the bad deal Raging capitulations- Of the car- Finding maximum speed And merriness Apostles in rainclothes, furthering the scuttle In science a way of standing For this little Earth of being With the Rosary as our desert rote And viewing Winter In the waist-high Maximum shine Upon these years For hope to reform A nice form in the dark- Fires burning To catch all that is sweet In a Caveman year, such as this

Rosneft

Sheer impotence in effect Lacking doors and windows in session Thirty hours of Air Liquide Rome by Rome, Terror is anew- In gravity of places dear 9 like the Palisade and impromptu beginnings Before and after on mercury days The mind of a man is yours, and sudden dreams do predict- The spaces at Roscosmos are barren- Doubly so and between days of plenty The Americans are alight with fear, and Donald’s anger Six presidents before a gentle moon, And one in Germany for the witnesses Parts of methodical misery in the era of coal- still burning Lamps for torture in Scandinavia Barren hearses delay the respite Years to reprise the cosmic effect In a paper moon, we are the dare A few shots in the dark by Essen Bats madrigal to Türkiye People believe in mastery- A few years between forward and reverse The pale things renew in China Russia runs irving To your esteemed eyes, Be rod and fortune Better days in Canada- Somalia is a friend

Raise The Sun

I am capital worth and growing Six times the debt of a Moroccan day An effortless one Dedication in life Strange minds are collectively dean of courage Ossler on the slopes And evening sound of vestigial eyes Fortunes for tar Impromptu battles for the dream In any year, I am you The apostles will carry your burdens of day Over the reaches of any sum The pestilence is no longer We are the past And we are the telephone Now is worth the wait Hello.

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Plus and a Half

For distant seeking of all of these seeds These peptides, these rulers, The Sun We are expected to be the smallest And half paid But the vertigo of one person Is anathema

For minutes to soak up the Sun, I am minutes to one person, and one half, and one Sun

Ecstasy in view And the blinds we paid for I am hand-picked, and laying, best for later

To be images of the Sun, and languishing, To be early-led, and the landscape, I use imminent draw And feel poorly when in power, And I am no-one, but the Sun

Wander, Saunter Blue

In times of proportion A Maliseet friend And irving makes no apologies To the detriment of time Screaming No mercy I had the time of a Canadian Truly Apostolic Unfair to my Yukon ways Unto four men in an apartment All were certain for existence Making presents by limelight Scraping just to get by

I am circled by a friend And have new relations with Santa On my bigger lay would recognize The assumptions of a roofer But there were days between promise And I mostly stole men’s pride For dancing reindeer-like On account of new Prime Minister Like the big one in the States But grand omen Queen and Country There was certainess to this being Mostly seeing hearts in pair While relying on Good Europe

But enough of the ale There are men who die for Winter As chefs, and trumpeters, and clowns A fortune in Jamaica — not here The right hand of a sauntering man Likes to see what goes Into the coin return and the palace it built No luckier than me

And boots and bonnets clear In time for secretary’s win I print by day and use the stars For winningness and beauty

But farewell to Europe War In months a man is beheaded To the Kings and Queens, A royal regard, That not all days are hell

Once a powerful earthquake In the logic of Aberdeen Waiting days and nights, but no more The hell to pay is prediction Absolute a money win And Jenga’s Craig This ruthless ally knows

In City and by the papers A polite and wicked people Who give no sonnet of opinion Of Royals and the Other Thinking Spare A man who prays And causes Heaven Bits of consular, And knighthood, And respite .. And Respect

Off with days of indignity To the fully qualified Sir Keir I blip til days are better still In respect and seeing blue- The time of year In Others’ Winter And landing like life, Like new

In the days of elder firm belief There are heroes like the Lithuanian- The One who fell Six hundred floors While praying Search In Christ For the missing in light And props for mere prayers A Queen to rescue mayhem But six across is in the net, I’m dreaming and I know

Love for London,

Jeff

How I Won The Russian Election

Champagne and dirty roses A course of wallops to renew Lairs of fire and lockup A new constitution Grey and green and great Where whales dare to go We had one party And one prison The desperate to decide Derail nothing but their own And in prejudice I carry a knife Thinking this is holy But due to what- An ambulance for Navalny Throes of temptation to let him be And officers greeted me there I had a wish To be great in America too And decided better days Were red, white, and blue

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