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Two chap-books from Rick Lee

LOS WAS LUST WAS LOST

Los was lust was lost
He came
Rushed her
Assaulted her
battered her
spewed forth his foaming cream
spluttering effervescent jism
spumed her with his spawning spunk
sprayed her with squirming spermatozoa
covered her with slucking froth
while Tir roared and crashed and pounded about her head
her plovers danced and fought
but were blown away
like petals

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MOONCHURCH

And
we six shadows walked
through the sepulchral splendour
of the night

bathed in the phosphorescent glow
of the moonchurch

ascending the ancient steps
on stones greasy with the fallen breath of a host of ancestors
condensed lives reduced to vapour

below
the whiteadder hisses and rustles in his gutters
wreathing silently in his pools

we reach the brocken altar
we stand in the crowded stillness
six in a congregation of thousands
warming our bodies with their sibilant presence

we offer our faces to the muffled moon
gleaming through its whispering cloak
the magus of the forgotten
fog of our memories

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To purchase Rick's book; click on the cover or if you
use PayPal add it to your orange shopping basket...

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To visit Rick's website click here...

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