Tag Archives: Gareth Durasow

Remains, Bric-a-brac

Excuse this stuff the Womble in my fury. Great with pets & British to the last I’ve been lighting a          lizard’s cadaver for days          whilst earthquakes cleave          the coliseum in half          like a skull & Ezekiel sweats ecclesiastic          at the … Continue reading

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Love Poem for Amanda Knox

   Daylight flakes away on your midriff & face like rations of bacon meted out on the grill    It takes a murderess to make an Arcadian poet abandon re-requiems for April September July & compel the heart to reach up to … Continue reading

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1894

after Aubrey Beardsley not the lips God forbid you don’t want blood on your pearly whites                                           – Poetry for Girls Salome, any which way, in the shade of a jinmenju she wouldn’t cover its eyes even were you to ask … Continue reading

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