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Text by Cam M. Roberts   when ever this body left womb half that mind stay hung back like bats lurk amid cold dark deep cave away from sun’s fire ball beam rays burn only love noct urne with soft … Continue reading

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Coda

Coda by Cam M. Roberts   I. Hold me indefinitely as an article of clothing or show me love or the meaning of: Fermata.   I’m already worn, broken in by the form of another.   How can indeterminate eyes assert such an intransigent … Continue reading

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Abattoir

Abattoir by Cam M. Roberts   (for Gordon Ramsay)   Bit strange me thinks, for I see nearly half an hour’s passed since dinner service commenced, and we’ve like saints waited for your stubborn herb-crusted rack of lamb.  So… have you wasted our time and … Continue reading

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Crux

Crux by Cam M. Roberts   Behind every kind smile and nod of assent lies an impasse viler than words can mend —     © CMR, 2014

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Ghost Olive

Ghost Olive by Cam M. Roberts   Dear seldom elsewhere Eucharist — Eldest Presbyter,   Who forgives?  What gives? When shiver?  Where liver? Why live?  How deliver?   Sincerely, Apéritif [Posthumous Emeritus]     © CMR, 2014

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Love in Abandoned Places

Love in Abandoned Places by Cam M. Roberts   These wind-torn fences and wrought-iron gates surround the whole of this sloven estate — Several disheveled lawns all-encompass this derelict mansion where stone-masonry and monoliths have gone to desolation. Voraciously, I look at you, and give you my rapture: Those feelings of love … Continue reading

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