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Docile
Rustling me easily, loyal cattle Gentled and docile, well practised Well used to the lash, by cruelty fashioned Every sour joy I knew traced its pitiful source back to anguish Days she is gone and I am left to languish I have no language, pigeon Spanish like a bit of the galleon From the drowned…
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New do
No cap like finally got hair plugs Having suffered male pattern baldness Planned return to good looks Differences between mine and yours not much Yet second I walk into the pub someone shouts nice plugs Bird in the hand worth two in the bush My hair is lush, I touch it, back push So much…
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Visions of processing ghostmonks
Rootless life here hopeless, without a notion Stasis which reflects my emotional status Where only dead trees grow Where snow-coloured bones poke up from stoven tombs I’m in the place where most won’t go Swinging my sword and pacing Trying to erase that which effaces me I stroll through phalanxes of defaced graves The dust…
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C R O W
Smart as a crow and as close with Odin My feet went cloven so with so much smoking Skin brindled, turning oaken Entifying from the trees I’m toking Flying entities harass me, like I’m blind and they’re harpies My heart pierced constantly at last falls to you-pleasing pieces Finally, I am peeled back like the…
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Signs of times kill diviners
My bands are held in sackcloth bags, transit to the bank Men the size of tanks march alongside the brinks van in ranks Seeing obvious daytime violence, toothless beggars vile, signs of times Written everywhere like graffiti tags along a subway train’s flank, crimes Committed so openly that satan is never lonely, chill down my…
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