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Dylan Early

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Morse code

by

Dylan Early

N3 at night
Someone flicks a cigarette
An orange asterisk
Punctuates the white hyphens
Dash dash
Dot
Dash dash
The black road winks
Goodnight


Antipodal Easter

by

Dylan Early

Good Monday.
Autumn Equinox.
The tail-end of Lent.
Christ rises as the leaves fall.
(An)oestrus Bunny has come and gone. All that remains are chocolate smiles and finger-ironed foils that are too beautiful to throw away until next week.

Words

by

Dylan Early

These are

The shapes made by words
The words made by thoughts
The thoughts made by life
The life made by love
The love made by us

They remain

The shapes left by words long gone
The words left by thoughts forgotten
The thoughts left by life forgone
The life left by love undone
The love left by pain alone

Eraser

by

Dylan Early

Tumble dried words
Stay soft in lead
Until theyíre read
Iron them right
Crease them tight
Wear them proud
Say them loud
We canít undo life
Why try with words

Shell

by

Dylan Early

The musky lusty mollusc must
Shape a shiny spiral shell
The musky lusty mollusc must
Leave his shell and bid farewell

Thus the snail avails his detritus
To a fortuitous emeritus
Who extracts a protractor
And exclaims, "Eureka!"

An expedition of mathematicians
Confirms the tiny spiral miracle
Of marine remains no longer useful
But symmetrical and academically beautiful

and Helen Dudley

by

Dylan Early

Breath places its dominoes
from the first sloppy slap
to the last slippy sleep

Pulse strings its Christmas lights
from the first happy hope
to the last nully nope

Days hang their dates
From the wishy-washy line
To the wry dry smile of time

Blood pours its heady wine
From the first greedy gulp
To the last dreamy drop

Skin spreads its threadbare rug
From the first trembling touch
To the last silent sag

Mothers Day

by

Dylan Early

Mayís red hot
Oh my dearíst
Thy mad rose
Heats my rod
Earthís domy
Rhyme ads to
Stormy head
Dreamy shot
Arty mesh do
Yard them so

Anagram concertina

by

Dylan Early

Dearest
Stared
Tears
Sear
Sea
As
Sad
Tads
Sated
Sedate
Dearest

Tornado

by

Dylan Early

Lost in a world of words
They tumble like desert weeds
Anagram, rhyme, acrostic, meter
Homophone, pun, double entendre

If an artist drew me Iíd have a tornado for a head
A vortex of lexical concoctions in lead
I canít see the words for the breeze
Iím blown away like a pile of leaves

Bruvels Feather

by

Dylan Early

FEAR THE FEATHER
===/////////////

Tie me, ply me
Play me, splay me
Stock me, stoke me
Strum me, stroke me

Pluck my plum
And plumb your plume
While eager orgasms loom
Planning my feathery doom

Each with a number
And an electronic cucumber
Each intent and competent
Not resting till Iím spent

This guillotine cum dike detector
Has multiple seismic connectors
On one side - a sexy inspector
On the other - a torso collector

If I moisten
Evidence will glisten
An erotic betrayal
My life will curtail

The wetter my crevice
The whetter the device
If I come twice
The blade will slice

When I take the eternal nap
Put that feather in my cap
Then bury me in a tomb
And give me a nom de plume