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Three joints before half eight and this is what I have to say
I am gone beyond desiring anything resembling eventful in my life The trials and strifes of an earlier iteration of Mike I leave behind like a comrade who I never liked now lagging behind Under enemy fire, in a field of mines. Below the pergola cooled by rose shadows, finally accepting. I’m not the sort,…
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Pondking
The lake was Agamemnon The mask was scum The day was… I can’t remember But if you insist, Menelaus, let’s say May and be done.
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Nightschool for bulbless fireflies
Finding in effluvia the flew-for jewel The school of her all-white eye where I was sole pupil The ruled roost The loosely ruled page ruined Reduced to a rag for the juice of my nagging wounds The spoonback of her face, lavish once Aprons, hammers, pillars, ladders, spiderless manse Chequerboard pattern by way of grass…
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Binding the duat
Money in a tight band This isle’s Tai Pan Fighting the dual. The new perhaps? To fashion a glorious wishmaker we must take your hand A falchion slash any valorous lad worth his dash should stand. The last palace’s muted collapse in a hazardous, sneering badland, Not an ear around to hear the ground finally…
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A wasted horseride
The most willing filly’s last gasp. The blasting grasp of a bombhanded man, alas Despite multiple warnings embraced dangerously the target of his fawning. An aspic love. Blown up plastic gloves with marker-summoned demon faces, Tied off with a section of cut jumper cable and Sellotape. Our love left behind a radioactive chasm haunted by…
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