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Red kicks
Hooker back from Oz wearing red shoes I’m across the water like the Red Jews Teasing answers from the Pentateuch I release what’s pent up beneath my thatched roof Rafters bent where I tied my noose Red mouse where I hit you with a head kick Red wrist where I carved a glyph with my…
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Operating
My painted hands an alchemical operation’s scarlet stage Like I operated on a patient With blade separating, thy ennervating parts innervaded Innovating nerve endings into new things, fleshlyfreshly-rended Your corpse’s hemispheres tended together with silver staples Transforming your base materials into wondrous stations. Once you begin stabilising I cascade down your inner cave’s corpuscle-climbed face…
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Love songs
Love requited but unsaid Love unneeded traitorously heeded Surplus to my requirements Your face haunts my surrounds Loudening every silence Love unrequired but much desired On love’s lawed oceans, I flawed pirate Wash my hands in the cup of you, Pilate. Love unsaid, never uttered Never to usher down aisles Never to be gushed over …
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CoRn
Corn is grain and grain is corn, I see all this shit before Walk into the room, sharp bleach smell My mind backwards train paints the bloodstains I feel directly the pain, ancient and recent suffering I am the prince of sharp swords, Irish male Buffy. Cringe when Angel do this Irish accent Never drank…
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Ditch sniper
Generating enemies, berthful spurts I radiate irradiate hatreds I am poundless, ponderous, and patron Languishing beneath Ionic columns writing iconic Everything indelible, smoking more chronic than fatigue syndrome Wearing fatigues, reposed prone in a roadside boghole Ditch the ditch when I see Brits, index finger rebeckoning on the switch Burn it like was a witch,…
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