MAYHEM
Issue Two – November 2014
ISSN 2382-0322
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Vicky Curtin
3 Garden Songs
Scented
He said,
‘I will visit the garden
after the rain’.
Dulcet,
I thought,
is earth depressed;
ripe as rot,
the crape of fruit
failed on the vine,
and the spoor of the hunted.
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MAYHEM
Issue Two – November 2014
ISSN 2382-0322
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Stunt
Words, now, I have pared to the seed
exposed eye - the poorly sewn;
when the cat arched its back
it said so much
and I wrote stretch; for that’s
what it did.
Closer
I want to touch
the uncomfortable dew;
see the swivers
untamed inside;
I want to taste
the callow blade,
and stalk the earth
at the kitten’s eye.
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