Have A Drink

Time Rhymes With Orange Rinds,
My Mind Is Not Of Yours Pined...
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What Is Mine Not Yours,
Through My Walls Or Doors...
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You Will Know As I Be Spined,
That Last Secret You Shall Find.

-RICHARD WILLIAM KIRKPATRICK-THORNE

Hello

If Something Be Rotten In The Maw Of Denmark, 

Then Wroughten It Be As Caged... 

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From Maw To Paw, Then Paw To Gold, 

What Silence Come Forth To Hold That With A Sigh's Last Beating,

To Then A Twilight's Last Gleaming…

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To When The Age Upon The Coin, 

As For The Lion To A Loin.

RICHARD WILLIAM KIRKPATRICK-THORNE

(Props to Shakespeare.)

Strange Tidal Briefly

A Vertically Challenged Walk For Great Herons

And Woods-Creeping Kildeer,

In The Ebony Knotted Ceiling Of Stars,

Where All That Bellows Belong To A Handed

Bewilderment... Untame And 

Bearing Its Own Upon Its Pitted Back,

Plotted Black... Loss Of Worlds... Glass-Shattering...

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A Brief Wash-Over, A Muddy Soft Reincarnation,

Throats Tightening Before The Sooty Docking 

Premonition Drives A Crowd Before A Cracking Whip,

Leaning Into The Support

Scratching Its Side Against The Posts,

Taking Into The Flesh For Confident Zealotry,

Pearls To The Everlasting Deep...

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Minds To The Horizon,

Lost For Its Travels,

Nearing Not One Inch More...

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And Now... A Switch... It Clicks Into Place,

The Lasting Cupping Of Hands,

Take What You Can... As It Pours Out, An Amber Burned Sunset...

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Swirl Your Fingers... Trace The Licking Flames.

RICHARD WILLIAM KIRKPATRICK-THORNE

Ottawa,Ontario Tuesday November 27th 2018