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Black Sails
Black Sails Remember me, peglegged or patched falling with style into your arms- not like this. Remember me, ginlipped dripping smiles in a brick courtyard. Within easy reach- not like this. Remember me, love tricorned and corny, in a circle edemiming my way through your life. Feeling for your hand, handily- not like this. Remember… Continue reading Black Sails
This Is Not A Poem About You
This Is Not A Poem About You This is the first line of that poem you asked me to not write. This is not a poem about you. These are the lilts of sound that I have not written for you the opening gambit of an empty box overflowing with not you. (Look, this is… Continue reading This Is Not A Poem About You
Rememories
Rememories Let’s see if I remember this correctly it was all so long ago We were naked I can’t forget that the shape of your neck and the smell of us I want to remember afternoon twilight dusk but maybe I’m making that up in my rose tinted glasses We would lie there under the… Continue reading Rememories
Michael Burrows 