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Pick an end, any end
Whatever takes my fancy Nothing is a fantasy Everything comes timely, as planned As imagined All over the planet black eggs hatching Darklings latching on, dishonour to gods Dwarves carrying hods delve deeper than should be dug Dwarfed further by the cavern breadth, even death Does not come here, to meet your demise is to…
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No night bus tonight
My foolscap inked with images of tarot fools walking blithely to cruel fates Three sixes in the date, move daintily past the images of saintly faces Their names given unto places where they displayed a Christly grace Ill-befitting such a realm, where murder and rape come easy as japes To a grape-loosened man of reputed…
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Medea’s Mansion
I did not take my eyes from that tray, a coin apported From thin air as the words of the ritual reported EVPs on my recorder, easy peasy for the Thane of Cawdor Cloak corner caught up in the cardoor I snap back like a stretched elastic band Rap on the casement should have seen…
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MEPOOR
Oh it’s poor me poor me So much pouring, serving tea Your servant here is fastidious, quick worker Quick walker, quiet as a stalker He makes it so that he is a silent partner Even observed, one feels alone talking Barkeep please pour me pour me A warm port for my warm-needing cockles A dark…
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Notches marking conquest
Not keeping score Genuinely can’t recall Reporters accuse me of stalling Say that in Stillorgan I’ll leave your organ stilled, guts on the floor Like the hands during yoga
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