Month: Apr 2026
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Great guides
Following Sartre down He leads me to Cerberus And will go no further He repeats as one in fervour one phrase: Terminus terminus terminus est Into my palm presses a coin Hard enough it leaves in my meat an impression Upon checking I see in relief Horizon-streaked palm leaf and sun-wreathed boy.
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Truncating the ritual
An old man with one eye His right hand he hides inside The folds of a tattered cloak His robes likewise threadbare, to his fasted body fastened by a rope Brought night by brumal minds An attractive religion of bloodied stones and hopelessness. In my favourite derangements I imagined myself part of some fierce pack…
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Thedifferencemaker
What sap-sealed Spring healed I would rewound My upsetting letter was the scar reviver My leather heart in skiving scabbard gathered as ever under fire My stabbed-free leaking drowns salt-girdled ground Everything measured out, throatwrecking shouts to sound down guardians These are madman’s rites; the fullbright gospel of the marooned, In the dirt, the corpse…
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Cursed forest
Low slung and sullen Below a thick boughed tree Over which are slung the ropes of those Who’re bowing out, Who’ve given up. I go to the black water well, Dip the jewel encrusted cup and fill it well. Lift it to blueing lips The gift the final sup The head dips forward, sunken suddenly.…
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Knock shrine
Channeling streams like a culvert Got the runs drinking Bulmers Rarely run, own loads of runners Invites rarely come, loads of cunts In Dublin proper Quiet courtesy the riot-leaking blockades which have stopped traffic The Spire looks like Its propping up the sky. If they could use the tip of that spike To get heroin…
Alchemisland 