Poems by Ed or Ian Henderson

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  • There's an essence to sobriety that sells it short
    Like the alternative harks of any worthy port...

  • "Your dress is superb."
    Now there's a pretty strong chance...

  • Iguana (4)

    There once was a rare old iguana,
    Who survived only on marijuana...

  • Ammie carries the water to the village.
    It's as clear as it is still...

  • This is dedicated to all the Jews murdered by the...
    I cannot look you in the hate-filled eye...

  • Solemn silver skies,
    Summer stealthily subsides...

  • Spill! (3)

    Just one slip on a patch of diesel
    And the big picture's off the easel...

  • Your allusions to grandeur won't not go abused,
    Confined to your arrogance with redemption the...

  • Curly (3)

    Those ringlets: they're magical.
    They're a helix of beauty and fire...

  • The Churches are empty this Sunday
    The malls, conversely, are full...

  • I would ask, if only on my deathbed
    For a day where all the power is gone...

  • The dishwasher's loaded, the clothes are all dry,
    We bought a new vacuum, so let's give it a try...