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It’s going OK
Flush enough like a slushy shit needed pushing under Still shopping at Marks everyday, raining Percy Pigs at my place Even after flushing a K, hate a doorbell after dark in the rain Convinced I peeped steeled police through the frosted pane Pouring cocaine into the toilet right away, flushing crazy Clogging my apartment drains…
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Rundown Dublin
Frying, high amounts of homegrown stowed In what my bones hold, tape frozen Same few notes over and over and over and over A life thinking only of myself, never doing what I was told And for what? I look back older shuddering at former coldness In the room’s open portion I watch the engaged…
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Planning for the waning year
Don’t care if I’m solo, expecting no guests I dress best hiding inner duress, alone wearing a rusty tiara Browned wedding gown’s dirt penned into epochs like layered dessert Repeating my day of hurt, coating dust robes a book A brook of unbroken light smiting stubborn stillness by smouldering flight Spills across a shoddy diadem’s…
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sticks2riches
Turning kush bushels into tons of gold bullion Push it hard until I get an ulcer, bard with a sore stomach Most can’t stomach what I summon, good at sums, no bluster Summing up I fill a venti cup with cum to prove I cut mustard Pass muster, present flutters by to become the past…
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Fast casting
Odometer flipping, glimpsing triple sixes Oil slicks sitting beside an old mattress Springs sticking out like runt saplings Like arms chancing out traincart windows, soft skin of soon widows Windowfaced flats full of fanciful flights high rise above the Styx They adhere to ne’erstill tide, seconds of themselves theresticking Trolleys, corpses, boots, cones, bones of…
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