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Lunar communion with Mary of the Five Wounds, asked her lotto numbers as proof
Vision afflicted drug addicted Liquid you take when sick helps me paint my pictures Went from stick figures to icons, saints Eventually graduated to chiselling, the widow’s mistress Only stone lasts, hidden in windows my imperceptible masterpiece Always stoned, always stowing No idea where we’re going No decision until I throw my bones Sprinkle in…
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My side of the bargain
Used be thrifty Now I’m gifting fifties As tips even though the service was shit Sitting pretty, looking pretty, windowless no Sin City Servants and shit Serval fur my shit, spliff a curative if it hits My next pair of Chrome Hearts shoes in the queue Worshipping cubes Ruined offerings left in ditches nude No…
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Dedicated every second to being medicated
Perspiring all the time Like summertime Irish When our ever steady temp impishly surpasses the 25 line Dancing for dimes on the tip of a pilum, above a fire They’re all laughing, throwing fives, having a riproaring time Could care less whether I survived or caught fire and died Perspiring all the time Always aspiring,…
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Stormfog and scornlog
Cat sized, heart of a lion Dressed nice like due for trial Dripping like the catamaran capsized on the Nile Smiling at you, pushing down the natural bile You are my spirit’s nail file An acid drip, you minimise.
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Lungwrecker chronicles
No more scoring Only scorn and outpourings Sweating, scalded in the corner Greedy guts, little Jack Horner I couldn’t get enough, stuffed Then cold turkey without warning Coughing up brown sludge all morning My entire life isn’t even a smudge It doesn’t even show up Pushing, doing enough, but no budge Words are swarming My…
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