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  • SPELLSANDHUMANFLIGHT

    Deep into fever suffering flu, visions flew by Sheridan Le Fanu Wings of evil as on a demon’s easel, span the window, blocking view Of the moon and sky contused like provoked violence Powder your countenance before you go out I strap my mask on like a covid devout Going high doing skyruns Acting madly,…

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  • Chatty Cathy

    Eager lips loose sink ships, recorder and a repeater Under orders not to speak to you, you’re the media You’re the snake in my familia Haunting me, unwanted familiar Sniffing after my potential millions. They’re careful around me, like I’m a man with illness Perhaps, wrongly, they term me some node of influence Determining that…

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  • Gem gaze

    Diamonds for eyes, third eye pineal something like the shining Something like a pinecone hidden inside, lantern of odd light Prized, tombrobbers wish to pry them Hide them, hight them valueless Left the trail an hour ago Left a trail of breadcrumbs though Follow me, find where the snail goes Easily following his silver thread.

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  • More Temples

    Whispering in the wind, ear to ground lobe to bark but news in thin Lots of dogs barking, lots of nosey parkers, lots of noise in the car park In the parlours and barbers, but no one I know has the charlie Someone has to take charge, because fuck all do the Gards No harm…

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  • beenawhile

    Dusty baton, hatches long battened Hard on from her talent Hoping she holler Pussy got dollars took a fistful like I’m Clint Eastwood Licking the clit while she eats wood, greasy with loveblood Money in a City Swift kit bag dad bought me in fifth class Used to carry togs and goggles to Glenalbyn, swimming…

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