Here lies Martes Flavigula, eternally beneath the splintered earth.

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Poems -

Occidental Geisha
She pours from
a teapot that in
epochs lost was
glossy and cast
thorough colours. Subtly
igneous, it
gradually fused to
her hands.
Nowadays -
dessicated contours
tilt its tarnished
bulk - and a
dull, calcified drip
persists, overfilling myriad
leftover, miniscule
teacups - staining noble
nighties of myriad
leftover, miniscule

Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2023 by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

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