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(+) Jon Stone
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- Gheist
No use calling to the dune
for reinforcements -
There are none,
but whistle,
and I'll come
No use claw...
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Your tits are rubbish, your trough of wealth
makes me want to drag you
by the ponytail
through acervated c...
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(+) Isabel Sanders
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- Ermis
Our pigeon visits us daily in our hushed Paradise
He has a tail like a vampires teeth,
A morbid sash of wisp...
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We go for each other, the final task
Union always preceding disintegration
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(+) Calum Rodger
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- You were not there
I woke up rough on drink and pills
Without a fag to clean my gills
Alone I dive and swim through streets
(I...
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Come heart-beat kick of the four to the floor
Shall I compare thee to a sonnet’s form?
Perfect, contained ...
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I work in the office canteen
Where the walls are blue & the borders green
And there's so many suits without ...
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- You were not there
(+) Patrick Otley
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- The Soap Factory, Periodical. Part Two.
Once, long time, ago, crawling through a window, I recalled a pleasant
recollection I'd once had some good fe...
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Once, long time ago, puffing on a pipe and digging my fat toes into the shag, and supping on a thick rimmed gl...
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There was once a creature of immense distaste, he was made of lace.
Although he led a catholic and virtuous...
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- The Soap Factory, Periodical. Part Two.
(+) Edwin Morgan
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- The Pleasures of Clarity
This article by Edwin...
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(+) James McLaughlin
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- Srebrenica
They say
That for the maximum effect
To avoid direct reference
How Auden in Musee des Beaux Arts
Talks abo...
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(Upon the arrival of The Royal Shakespeare Company in Glasgow.)
ROMEO: But soft
Whit lig...
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(+) David Mac Ailin
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- Somebody had to be Judas
Somebody had to be Judas.
Don't think I don't see that.
Bad luck
for me.
Good news, of course,
for Chr...
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- Somebody had to be Judas
(+) Rachel Lyon
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- Tower Blocks
Red-brick defunct factory funnel
strong against a diluted blue sky
but cowering underneath a thick grey towe...
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(+) Liz Lochhead
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- Not Changed
You’ve not changed!!!
I mean what are folk like?
Don’t start me.
Obviously not everybody is, but…
It...
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- Not Changed
(+) Innocenza Istarte
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- On the floor of the Medellín Stock Exchange shortly before the introduction of electronic trading
If I were a man
I would be a baby-immature,
Unable to command the respect
Of my fellow men
Or garner the a...
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If I were to tell you
How we watched from balconies
Those silent, white-helmeted
Troops baby-stepping as in...
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School is back with its uniformed rabble,
Cursing and barging like Wellington’s scum
Brought up on drink. ...
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- On the floor of the Medellín Stock Exchange shortly before the introduction of electronic trading
(+) Kirsty Irving
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- I Sold Your Fingers
You had ten,
I was skint to patching point
and lord knows
only two of them get aired
or submerged
on a r...
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(+) Jack Haddad
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- October! October! Why Is't October?
Because the boys are on their bikes,
Because the boys are on their bikes!
The misery invites
And the misery...
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The lady craved the dwarf's estate,
And now she squawks her feathered fate,
The battery hens that can relate...
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Male, 20, some sense of humour,
Skinny, loves listening to music
Alone, seeks companionship
On whatever lev...
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Beware when you pay your fare
Of prognosticators
And the other alligators,
I'm an alligator, baby,
I'm sn...
click here to read the rest... - The Sky Will Know
I sat scribbling a picture
Not half as bold in colour
As was intended
Just when dusk was first
Consideri...
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No dream,
No time for a short memory,
Time passes,
You may know where you've been,
But other people
Flo...
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(+) Robbie Guillory
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- Field
I can feel Time flowing by
without touching,
water flowing around a bubble.
The clouds trundle overhead,
t...
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Taut, shit-stained leather,
pulled over a carcass
of ill-fitting bones.
What worse design
can there be
th...
click here to read the rest... - Glasgow, 12th March 2006
The snow poured from the sky,
blanketing the city;
softening it’s hard edges.
Even the river was made pre...
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I dig hooked fingers
into the sand
that rasps against my skin,
and threatens at any moment
to bend my nail...
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- Field
(+) Pascale Free
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- My Grandmother’s Kitchen Table
With its long metal legs, bolted to original 50s Formica, it stands, hands on hips, waiting for the next perso...
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- My Grandmother’s Kitchen Table
(+) James Fountain
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- Candles
Purple for you, my dear,
The green ones mine,
Our colours for candles
You gave me on Valentines’.
Burn...
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One moment, one death,
The interchange of
Life is too much for
Her.
This hospital bed,
This death-bed i...
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As day follows night and tick follows tock
Come the prophecies and memories of what
We have lost, and all th...
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(+) Adam Fallows
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- Between Two Portakabin Windows
It’s hard to get lost
In such a small space,
But dosage to tear
to turpentine fashion
high-heels. ‘jus...
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- Between Two Portakabin Windows
(+) Tom Coles
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- STORY & PLOT
Before; then the stone age, then the bronze age, then the iron age, then the ancients, then the greeks...
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All that effort
on a effortlessly, carelessly clashing
set of hunted down like your
aunties did in the co-o...
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She sits there each evening rolling cigarettes and watching her friend or lover repeatedly selling his one cop...
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She was eating it
because he wasn't,
the baby octopus
with its arms strained
against her lips
like a tire...
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Waste chutes like
plastic centipedes
hang as vines from floors
stripped of most their walls,
scaffolding c...
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My father's wallet was an item
of deep mystique, even more sacred
than my mother's purse –
...
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"Lorem Ipsum" is a device used by publi...
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- STORY & PLOT
(+) Dominic Burgess
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- Dzia-dzia
The scent from his final bottle of cologne
Rises between the bars of an outdoor drain;
Rises and clings to t...
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Meet me under the viaduct;
Force a path through choking weeds,
And find the hole we made in the rusty fence....
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(+) Graham Burchell
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- Touching Base
I
It is a warm August day,
the kind that I would like for my last,
sucking it all in from the shade
of a...
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The glorious body she inhabited
looks lonely without her.
Such stillness is not reminiscent.
Flies feel the...
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(+) Petri Autio
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- Fake Leather Jacket
The purpose of poetry, like any hunter-gatherer society before it, is
To fund a currency of truth &
Beauty.
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Delve he without teeth
in matter swerve through
the hag, a road was here
to points un...
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