6 november 2020
The Honey-Sellers
In searing heat, on
the fern path-
a thoughtless journey begins.
You cancel the prayer
for midnight blues.
Ice was going to unload.
The skin deep spread
of levator floor acts.
You jump from a springboard
to catch a lucid dream.
Would you now walk like
an eight legged spider?
I will remain sociable.
The hands are not for sale.
I am arranging the combs
on the white sheet-
for the queens.
3 october 2025
wiesiek
3 october 2025
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3 october 2025
ajw
2 october 2025
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2 october 2025
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2 october 2025
ajw
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1 october 2025
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28 september 2025
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28 september 2025
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