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The strained fabric keeping society chained started to undo The most lasting work of the first and final Artist fades then splits, unglued The printed page wilts, then decays. What does fun do that force couldn’t? Old and awkward cousins, estranged decades but mates in the manger The squawking crows recognised something was coming, fled…
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Late night goodbye to everything
Like Sagan, saying I got billions and billions Stars in the building Like Reagan, making pagans think I might just send payloads their way As a first instinct Without due provocation At the end of that fateful day, the operator was at the back gate When the call came I was high on the cocaine…
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Addicted to the spicy spliceshine of my false glories
She’s got the indoors outdoors I’m going in through the out door Like that leaden Zepp’s eighth mooring Were hungry so ate, sate horny all morning, 12-8 She has to work today, leaves me waiting like flight delays no airborning No shouting only airhorning Only the boring get bored, courting glory Falling on my own…
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The milkeyed crone sucks rancid butter off a bone-jewelled finger with a four inch nail.
Counting husbands on fingers That will be The last time you strike me She decides, smiling now as she stands to full height Her brow to his heart, yet more mighty by half this Bath wife Who through silent wiles and guile has seen him one lethal dose imbibe.
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She expresses her admiration through gestures designed to inflame
Most nights no bites A question to ponder, it takes a while life or longer Find out what a woman most likes Three nights or else His throat his finger slices At this the Queen smiles likingly.
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