Poems by Roddy Lumsden
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Acid
... latest, not last, edition of The Sunday Postwhere I read that in London they had found a Chardonnay ...
Intramuros
... are warming their three-fingered hands ...
Yeast
... And yes, at night, each microbe gurns in the salty sea ...
Hazy Alley Incident
... Eugene, OR Girl shouting Oliver! at the top of the cut-through ...
Hard Work
... full of beans (frijoles, I mean, not vim), paunch full ...
The Beautiful
... They drift unapproached, gazed never-selves, ...
Spiral
... drop, no spool dares connect the ripples ...
The Shuffle
... lady’s competition-standard backside as she led us to the Ritz ...
Between Hallowe'en and Bonfire Night
... between limbic squall and the heart's harbour&mdash ...
Against Conceit
... must be sent off and do not claim the furnace ...
The Damned
... melts fast, like your flat on Air Street, ...
The Young
... One cartwheel over the quicksand curve ...
1979
... s bell. These were the times when wine was still a treat ...
Eidolon
... tale of the child who crawled to the sea, this land ...
Ludlow
... just as once I stroked your cheek in a dream ...
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