Month: May 2024
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Lessens
Always felt lessons lessened me I used to doodle during lessons except english and history Now I dawdle along an endless present, accept lessons from history Those who came first Who wore furs and trapped Dragged the first furrows Built fish traps Buried flint at Mount Sandel Ten thousand years old I suppose no one…
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Tired Scribe
The scribe is tired Late now, long past Lyres of morning scorning night’s sultry castanets Wired like a steampunk wedding dress He casts out nets, hauls them in and finds abominations within Ten finned or no-finned supine writhelings writhing on his wet deck What had he done to deserve this, cruel tithes Shark bite into…
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Pilgrims Walking IX
He looks at me for the first time without armour I plug his waterfalling wounds, as it were my dharma Hand grips my forearm hard and plain alarm Etched across his paling countenance, harm Done to one is done to all, done to self, a charm Bracelet of jangling apotropaics You won’t ever have that…
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Pilgrims Walking VIII
His fast-beating heart so often in his mouth Slows like lust at hundred’s half He bleeds like a stuck calf Soon his white shirt is plastered To him pink and diaphanous Like old revenge cast in alabaster His eyes wells, the spells he won’t cast The worlds he will never master Forbidden from this ever…
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Pilgrims Walking – VII
In the morning no sign of the knights Off with their hides, hied to the night Only memories left behind As rind and reminder Life can be like a wine cup, full up of the good stuff Or empty, a wind up bird it can sit in the drawer or fly plenty High hundreds of…
Alchemisland 