Month: Feb 2026
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Corpseplace
A quiet bay If anyone else ever came I wasn’t there that day to say hello Or explain the pile of ripe-smelling clothesless bodies Wailing for clay’s embrace, denoting My art’s zenith. Votives For my seaside queen Whose steeds are Stormwave and Decksweep. A cove, a cave deep Moist black from attacks of spit-kin sea…
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OrganIck
Tight knit, knitting needle pierced your eye Carved you up, like three were having pie Bisected you while you were still alive. Scarlet gloves rummaged inside. Playing gin rummy to quiet my running mind, considering suicide They want to catch me, and they really try; Knowledgeable salmon, to their flies I’m wise, Coyote I’ve got…
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Wolfthoughts
No particular style Something different every time Keep them guessing. They won’t get me. There’ll be no trial, no heavenly reward either. Camel meet needle eye. Lethal, evil guy, Wiping off my bloodied knife. Lycanthrope, I hunt by night Rolled up in a rug Hole dug in muck Forward like a rook Ain’t no fool,…
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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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