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Sessionista
Used a six pack holder To push back my facial features Lend pig facet to eagle-owned nose. By the third six’s strange osmosis Ghosts and codes flowed To my slice-sown glow’s newgrown potency. Dutch Gold ice cold against chrome Barely touched like a Tekken perfect, hurting every time I throw Touched by an angel dust…
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Fuelmeat
His sanctions are conveyed through imaginations So she said Before the cross, drawn by the trail Left by a Christ who bled as he fled, Before she was fed to flames. La Pucelle The pagan splendour of that amazing maiden.
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Judging me
A poem says less than a bed unmade Swearing every other day proves the rule’s usefulness.
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Natural boundaries
The end of all rainbows Where mightiness ends Where mightier no longer lends itself To prolonging Rome. Let clefts And shelves and sheets and seas And peaks and marshes rank with disease Mark borders, beyond which no Roman feet No roman fleets No roman steels Shall seek to steal Or impose leanmaking tithes A screaming…
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Who writes the waves? Who plots the heat?
He creates stirring Turner waves To smash survivors begging to be saved. Wakes to survey; enjoys fiery lakes forming in craters after quakes, Theirs the Hammer Saint, destruction-favouring devastator. To show them His favour and patronage he did send trials Job-fashion Ensured the icy fracture of the grand galleon That allied Belfast had fashioned After…
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