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Gargoyles
On earth,
scarab hued,
arms arching
as great titans,
devil knocker,
apothecary door
I adored Allen Ginsberg,
city parked,
above bank,
pine board floor
electricity painted
lineless walls.
Deck on deck,
two pair a dream.
And hookah hands,
domino pricks,
end game palms,
Gargoyle Street.
Skipping paths,
retreating back,
exposing carpet,
a favourite bench
and opening doors
firmly bolted
ate small myths
spat back at me,
new ones in you,
something for the road.
I'm tired now,
some other time.
scarab hued,
arms arching
as great titans,
devil knocker,
apothecary door
I adored Allen Ginsberg,
city parked,
above bank,
pine board floor
electricity painted
lineless walls.
Deck on deck,
two pair a dream.
And hookah hands,
domino pricks,
end game palms,
Gargoyle Street.
Skipping paths,
retreating back,
exposing carpet,
a favourite bench
and opening doors
firmly bolted
ate small myths
spat back at me,
new ones in you,
something for the road.
I'm tired now,
some other time.
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