Three Poems

A VOW TO DARKNESS

Darkness, I vow to you only that you are dark.
I have seen them blistering your eyelids with their white wafer
Who curse you, thinking they bless themselves.

As for me I knew you mostly in a bathroom
Where devils at their solipsist devotions
Strangled each other with soapy fingers, boasting
There is such company in hell!


GOING TO THE DOGS

To choose a trap I'd count the numerals
Inside the cap I wore at races
When none of my dogs won, or came in second.
Numbers and colours equally confuse me.
The hare ran true to form, but could not please me.
I barked in discontinuous antitheses.
Until I cried: If I confined myself to error
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