Month: Feb 2026
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Going home on the last unretired 75, stinking of petrol
Buried her slash-tasselled coat like old Saxon groats When an owner of oxgangs hears of Vikings along his coast. The stoven ground yawning like their opened, bloodied throats; The cold ground the only awning for the slaughtered pigs. Mere mouse a tawny sought. Whole litter and it’s my pick. For her lily-pallored ghost A plot,…
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Modular Janusian
I’ve only two modes Stand up guy or psycho host Poisoned dinners turned men to ghosts Hidden altar, foisted quest Worshipped goat the Baphomet Warmest coat packed for a disposal trip to a frigid, lipcracking coast. The opposite of boasting; a suspicious kept-closeness.
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Maritime Disaster
Hitting rocks, not at Fromveur Sound Where the Drummond Castle was smashed All hands drowned More ice than sent Titanic down Silks fit for Kubla’s palace stitched up in my gown Investigation proved sailing was first smooth But ultimately careless or unskillful navigation, classic Navy, won the day On beef I’m gravy, provoke me god…
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Meal prep 101
Bodies in my fridge Butchering a whole back into easily prosecutable rib racks. Cubed, minced, acid-rinsed, half hacked up in my kitchen, by the sink Bags starched and stiff as moon flags with old blood. Huge drags, no old blunts. Owl eyes all blood. Moon oldbloods sing. A sink I sometimes clog. Remaking earlier plates,…
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Scoffers set a city aflame, but the wise turn away wrath
Only lung defiling kief imbibing invites The ear cupping hands of Silence to settle. Violent, enrioted city of my mind Ground littered with wheezing canisters, Sharp having rent upon impact; artlike, sharkbackish. Brackish puddles with gamma-glow; Evidence they successfully discharged Their hilarious, uproarious payloads. My head instead call it when yelling Upsetter My Day-Glo manuscripts,…
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