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A Harlot’s Progress – I
In a dirty spot full of spotty fluid swappers, a whoredom Lewd cathouse slappers with bare bottoms And coughlike laughs enjoy some boredom while they’ve got it Cavorting, erection-sporting Lord Wharton OG Hellfire Club’s warden and first foreman Black masses, flaming cats their performance Ire’s target, from moral reformers Eventually raiders came knocking on such…
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Handpalm maps
Nothing true on the news, on my knees in the pews Nodding along to a holy haiku Hiking to a high place for an unlike view, meeting a Guru Serpents and lizards, hunting the Buru Animals the last few Handling back the lash which chewed the Nazarene’s back A king higher than Irish viking-killer Brian…
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Sweeping bonedust from the temple of the mind
A papyrus perused last June which took root inside now leaves Screed hath sewn seeds this field mine, a king place like Thebes In the secret room in the pharaoh’s tomb, awaiting His music My mind imbued with the tomb’s selfsame sacral solitude.
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The moment of the bomb
Brothers feuding, duelling, to the last trumpet’s tune Strumpets strewn in gutters, plootered on glue, age of Pluto Fire consumed everything, ash upon it all Black snowfall cascade, the flesh coming undone, sloughing away at touch Like an eight minute mic’d crumpet gushing butter One last crushing blow, then an age-long stillness Windless moment forever…
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Christ of the loneliness
Three days newsless, this wet cave became a refuge in a way. They came to get you but I refused, Would not allow them to subdue you Jewel of the Jews, the Prophet’s oldest newest muse The oldest game’s most recent move Wily Engineer’s best upsleeved ruse Finally, I can answer yes when callers ask…
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