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The Web Poetry Corner - M A Heathcote - Ep%C3%A9e duel?

Ep%C3%A9e duel?


M A Heathcote

A Davy Jones locker
With frolicsome hips
With submarine, dyglo-
Sherbet lemon, lips.

Does lazily toreador..?
Then mantis—she just; sits.
With wide-eyed hardcore
Pointing geographic tits!

"Oh, I’ve no reason
Not to gently kiss"
This seraph this urchin,
There’s nothing here amiss.

On my dead nettle {Haulm...}
Rough-hewn, up-right and davit:
I feel her evanesces... Eureka..!
What’s just a man’s nihilistic habit?
Is her first real..! Eureka! ...

Crying like the four winds...
Of a typhoon driven ocean
Clutching perils in whirlwinds
A siren sings my entire yeoman
Guard to an epée duel.

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