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James O'Shea

James O'Shea has poetry in remark, Concrete Meat Sheet and Zygote in My Coffee.



morning, night

a wretched waking
foul and stiff
stagnant blood
skewing thought
towards
rage within
the morning

it is scratching
ripping away
one dream-world
for another
exposing an
imperfect man

with time
the bed again
exhaustive seduction
so gentle
held against the rape
of morning

beware the fear
those sick desires
do play
with my mind
until I arm myself
with awareness
again

 

 


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