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Primo
Prime candidate for cancer Checking my ballbag’s planets for lumpen answer Scions do not rise from prayer, orisons to matins and back On knees and on backs, praying for the life of the king You are starting to look dehydrated Forehead like a fallen quince.
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Night’s prince
I kiss my fist before I swing to hit, hot as Ifrit’s imprints my indents I am the night prince, everytime I hit print the cyan misses Sion’s missiles arising like aureate beams upon the birth of Christ Manger for a berth, saviour and lordling of all earth among mangy animals Chortling currently at a…
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Games played with the moon
Moonbound loon, printing runes in my master’s annals Tomb of old titans, striations and rilles once thought canals Ocean’s master of motion, commotion among the low nations Atlantean eraser, brine bracing braziersmothering Carving handshort devotions with Occam’s razor Lurid, luring fascinator, who turneth me Toward which ravenous lupines croon tunelessly in cold eternity Many degrees…
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The Big Fella
Heartrate spiking, monitor short circuiting like someone spilled Lucozade I leave bushels of grenades in the parade float I’m Michael Collins dodging Brits plain sight on a fixed gear push bike.
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Wrists and trysts
Born depressed, head’s recesses dreaded Recessive genes in surplus enshadow my sulcus Born a dark shogun, shadowed Atlas world ashoulder Holding onto the speakers, feeling noise Noddy Holder As I get older my nodding off increases in frequency. Show tongue I’ll show gun, I’m nine times Basquiat I’m the Uileann piper leaving Hamelin with rats…
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