Month: Jan 2026
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Can’t hear my stories over the death omens
Missed them bringing back Banshee Bones But when I stooped to gather holy stones To make a marker for the latest martyr taking the journey home Accidentally brushed a banshee’s comb All night beneath my window she sat, a wailing crone Like a drowning cat, her keening drone Seeming to say “Your life is not…
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Ogling oogles
Shining purple and yellow Petrol in puddle lips Lass covered in sticknpoke tats neck to ass Ears skewered safety pins Her torso like a landscape dotted with petroglyphs.
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The need for need
Never earthed like a virgin, aversion to any dearth For how long can one feasibly abstain? A month or longer Each night my bed stained like church panes Refracting rainbow light breaking against the back of a sinner praying Through framed glass stained St Stephen broken by stones for failing to condone an ill reign My…
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The warmest fire is always poem-fed
Eager to fill empty spaces with pointless conflations No tears when my years of work meet conflagrations Fill these quaking pages Before the hungry quail returns His voice of confirmation, gently urging, never urgent.
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When hellhounds are chasing you down the old straight track, you’ll regret every fag you ever smoked
Writing quickly, like the defibs already fizzing My Dorian portrait dripping Deposit’s down, few quid for my headstone’s round Black cars, carved slabs Speech snatches, mourning parlour, all ready All they’re waiting for is a carload Coffinbound, knocked down Frida Kahlo Closer each cough Will popping clogs get me in the Prado? Grave dogs chasing…
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