Author: Richard J Tilley
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Docile Forms and Hammers for Guild Manners
Docile farms And hammers for guild manners So sublime under the eye dropper Of God, whose quest For endurance steals the weight Of rest and rowboats lonely nest Docile forms...
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Selected Entryway Disposal Cups
Beads collected like stolen journals Set fire to retired memories Of me in my attire of frustration No more evidence of dreams you had For our hearts She is here...
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What Was I Dreaming?
I wonder what I was dreaming To get so close to you Barns, temples, asphalt Colliding Midwest southern journeys So much that I see the face Of god’s downy suspicion...
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Laughing for Squirrels
Conceding fresh waste As dispensation For squirrel laughter, Horror in plain ridge Nostril blasphemy Share of honor Like the second Trill denoting late Dreams and sold bone Waist socks, delivery...
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A Pregnant Fountain
The dormant redress Was not typical frameless It did not stare Or drift about But tunneled through To the house and the home Like dross bells among Mother’s curtains Home...
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New Marriage to Tired Sands
Justice burgage Pastoral context For tired, whittled pedestals New to the front of domesticated rhythms And parching rethemes But did not release until morning Where trees are bent And all...
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The Trouble We Go Through
The trouble is the march Through age and random remarks Remanded of age as a thesis For support and made thread Condemnation Age is like a tulip Never appreciated, but...
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This is into another day
Two leaves sat beside me On this intermittent day I welcomed the company Until they blew away
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Politics of Mercy
The politics of mercy Are grass stables And concrete borders Where pendants scream For prism deals On the fascinating rhythms Of oblique journeys And lost journals, Prophecies in the lost...
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Midnight Prophecy
There is a party to the wages Company to the copilot There is a dreary moon dock On the new apartment In the neighborhood with Ongoing and rising constructions Why...